My little bird

Author: [Japan] Kaori Ito
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Publish Date: 2004-04-01
Features: Little birds fly in unexpectedly. On a cold snowy morning, I stood by the window as usual, drinking a frothy Cappuccino. Why by the window? Because there was a heater. The heater was old-fashioned, about ten centimeters wide, made of milky white metal. In the winter mornings, I always stood there drinking coffee. The windows were foggy, which felt very nice; my feet were warm, making me feel content inside. The sky was covered with dark gray clouds, quietly hanging low. My room is on the fifth floor of an apartment building, where I can overlook the distant town. The scattered rooftops looked like cotton aphids, as if floating countless small white dots.