Everything is green here.
Except for the balcony of my neighboor at the 1st floor.
I don’t exactly know why, but this photograph gives me the feeling I’m glad that I’m here.
My own place.
Grapes hanging on the underside of the balcony.
Light coming in.
Doors open, but not too much.
Garding waiting for my eyes to say that it’s alright.
I live here, it says.