hátt uppi

Way up under the eaves, under the cornices, by the egg-and-dart and the carved acanthus are occassional hummers. There are no screens here, and I savor the possibility that a jewel-scaled birdlet might (like last month's sparrow) fly into my rooms and light for a moment on some heap of clothes or pile of books. But they do not stay long in the shadow of my architectural details; perhaps they love the sun.