Outside, an electric blue insect lands on a branch.

Outside, a fountain statue’s mossy hands leave water trickling into a bowl.

Outside, the sun falls casually to the ground.

Inside, the air is cool, and the creak of the house settling can be heard.

Inside, calm Elegie flows from the next room. 

Inside, jocular dust particles float through the air, rather indolent. 

Outside, shadows move with the breeze. 

Outside, the clouds display hope of good weather.

Outside, the fence guards the yard informally. 

Inside, a candlestick’s flame relaxes into its wick, smoke trailing into the room.

Inside, a humble cat stretches, leaving its window perch. 

Inside, a grandfather clock announces its presence through the subdued room striking the hour.

Outside, one hopes a Robin might happen upon the crumbling birdbath.

Outside, a car sounds its horn.

Outside, a bumblebee floats to a flower.

Inside, the curtain moves from the influence of the open window. 

Inside, an open ink pot dries itself out in revenge for lack of care. 

Inside, a drip from a faucet hits the porcelain, ringing its sole tune. 

Inside and outside, connected they so seem.

Inside and outside, similar from the vase of sweet peas on the shelf to the shoes left on the stoep.

Inside and outside, the apples out on the counter and the worm inside.