From the Tower–1
There is a man who works in the garden. I can see him from my window. He is obviously good at gardening; the roses have been flourishing this year.
I wonder if he’s happy.
From the Garden–1
There is a girl who sits in the window of the tower. She’s pretty; she looks peaceful. Sometimes she reads a book.
I wonder what her life is like, up there. I wonder what she does. Whatever it is, she looks happy.
From the Tower–2
He sings to the flowers sometimes. I don’t think he knows I can hear him. I catch bits of the songs–about the rain, about coming home, about life. About women.
I wonder, is he in love? I should like to be in love. He seems very happy.
I wonder if he even knows I exist. It seems wrong, at times, for me to just watch him without his permission, to listen to his songs.
I can’t help but wonder, though: what is life like for him, outside the tower? Is he free? Does he have a family? Does he have his own garden at home?
So many questions. I wish I could ask him.
From the Garden–2
She was watching me. She was definitely watching me.
It’s odd–for some reason, I had thought I was invisible. Maybe I have been singing too loud. I should quiet down.
From the Tower–3
He stopped singing.
The world seems a little bit greyer.
From the Garden–3
She’s stopped sitting in the window. Is she okay? Did something happen?
The roses seem to have lost some of their color. Maybe I should sing to them again.
I hope she’s okay.
From the Tower–4
He started singing again!!!!!!
From the Garden–4
She came back! I am glad. The roses are doing better, too.
This was a good day.