Kiengira

Spring is here, they are chirping again.. Hear them in the tree, hear them in the bush. I lay down in the sun, relaxing! I listen and smoke.. my pipe.. I see my little robin up close, comes every year, thought it was dead. Drinks from the bowl...

Heavens above!... Six in the morning… Peter is already full of worries…. And waits until it rings again, they're standing outside! It's bustling! It's a Monday, (busy times…), because the weekend is a day of rest! He has to choose now, like a sieve… At...