A wasp nest high up in a tree across the way.
A group of very loud, very official (possibly even Presidential?)-looking helicopters.
A large group of children playing a swimming-pool-free variation of Marco Polo in a nearby courtyard.
Workmen using our balcony as a staging area for repair work on a balcony a few floors above.
A very flattened blue-striped work glove, obviously run over multiple times.
Crows, or maybe ravens? I don’t know which but I would like to because sometimes they quite companionably hang out on our balcony railing and I feel it’s rather rude not to know their proper name. I’ll try to get a picture and then maybe you can help.
A mother stopping along the sidewalk to take a picture of her toddler walking between his grandparents, his tiny arms outstretched to hold their hands.
Trumpet vines with beautiful little orange-red blossoms.
A FedEx truck.
A moving truck unloading crates from Austria. (Wilkommen!)
The flickering light from unseen TV screens in faraway high-rises.
A man on a higher floor of the building next door standing in front of his window eating cereal and peering quite inquisitively into our apartment. (Our new curtains arrived shortly thereafter, thank goodness.)