in 15 floors' time

I was listening to Edith Piaf this morning, looking out of the window in the studies from the 17th floor on this sunny, sunny day.

A kid flew his orange kite up to 5 floors high after 4 attempts.

A red piece of debris from the firecracker was twirling in the wind, wandered about listlessly outside our windows.

I put down the book I was reading and stretched my arms and back to my heart's content. I looked over my shoulder and saw Brinjal stretching herself too in a very sunny spot next to the speakers on the wooden floor. She then flipped to her side, wagging her tail at Nic, who was having a cuppa in the living room.

Nic ignored her, so I lay around with Brinjal in the sunny spot and we scratched/bit each other for a bit.

Lost track of time. I found Brinjal with her head tucked under my shirt, snoring away to my belly.

The orange kite was up to 20 floors high and going strong.

What a lucky beast.