In bits and pieces

When trapped in the house for months, little things in life preserve your sanity, like a flock of pigeons and their gentle cooing.

A gravelled path runs from in front of the house, worn-out by many feet and hardened by the bright afternoon sun. The path takes a right-angle turn in the corner and goes all the way to the market square, a place bustling with the daily hubbub of traffic and pedestrians.