I climb the trees around me. I look for birds but I can see none. I sit on the roof of the shed. I watch for the birds around me. But yet again, I can see none.
So I jump down from the corrugated roof and climb onto the roof of my dads boat. I pull myself up into the willow tree and hook my feet over a branch. I watch for anything interesting. I think about building something there soon and then I wonder what.
The day is greyish and beautiful. The kind of day that is nice for going outside and climbing and clambering. I drop back down on to the metal roof and hear my feet clang. I walk to the edge and jump. I cling on to the bar of the climbing frame. I swing twice, the bar is cold, and then I land on my feet with a crunch of gravel.
I hear my name called. I jog over to the cratch of my mums boat. I feel and smell the fragrant warmth of home.