No.6 Slate Roof And Baby Sparrows

The little girl lived in a big odd shaped house and inside the odd shaped house were odd shaped rooms. Of all the odd shaped rooms her bedroom was the oddest of them all. It was a tiny room with 5 walls instead of 4 and there was a really high ceiling. There was a teeny tiny fireplace and a teeny tiny cupboard, that barely had space for anything, and a huge oversized window that took up almost a whole wall.

The little girl loved her odd shaped room. Best of all she loved the huge oversized window and spent a lot of time looking out of it at the world going by and the year’s seasons passing. It gave the little girl a view of the neighbouring buildings and a little hill topped with 4 trees.

The building next door to the little girl’s big odd shaped house was a much older and much smaller building. From her first floor bedroom the little girl could look down at the smaller building’s roof of aged slate tiles, with their chips and their cracks, and their various colours and stains that only age can produce. On spring days sparrows liked to gather here, lined up on the moss filled guttering, fluffing up their feathers and warming themselves in the sun as they taught their chicks to fly and watched the world go by below.

Every time the little girl looked out of the window the aged slate tiles were a constant, there in the foreground, helping to frame her view on life, her view of the world going by. She loved it when the sparrows where there too, watching with her.