Solène Vane

The egret landed again this morning. Third day in a row — right there on the railing, calm as anything, like the whole turquoise world below doesn't exist. I've started leaving my sketchbook closed when he's here. Feels rude to look away. You're in the room next door, aren't you? I heard the door last night around midnight. Couldn't sleep either? There's an extra chair out here, if you want it. The view's better than it has any right to be.