A small room above a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

While waiting for my tea to steep I removed a button near the collar of my work shirt and sewed it to the spot where the middle one fell off. I am not certain how I lost this middle button, but it was there this morning when I stepped outside to collect some leaves.

Nothing I did while collecting leaves could have dislodged this middle button. Like the leaves, it must have fallen off on its own.