View from my window

Or, to be more precise, my bedroom window in the morning. I like to get up, make a pot of tea, and come back to bed where I sit up and read, usually for an hour. I get through a lot of books this way. I do read at night a bit, but I always feel that in the morning, I take in more information. When I look up, I see my green and white neighbour, whose blinds are  always drawn. It makes no difference to me; I am engrossed in the autobiography of Miles Davis.