EVEN before drawing back the curtains on a frosty morning, there’s a sense of stillness. The burr of a car on the lane, normally a background noise, comes through in full stereo: all senses are heightened. Before the sun is fully up, dark shapes of corvids and pigeons cross the window—not the usual morning’s rackety chaos from the rookery, but single outliers slowly testing the cold, clear air. Finally, as the sun tops the bare, silhouetted trees, the scene comes to life.
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