world outside my window part one

an early morning wake-up call - courtesy of the brain-numbing ruckus of an excavator outside my bedroom window (i stay on the 2nd floor); a norm for the past coupla days and the next thing i know when i peer out thy dusty-window? the trees were no more.

maybe that's why there's this persistant hornet trying to get into my room (after a recce trip in the morn), to look for new property; since being evicted (as i now must endure mild-suffocation from a window-upped shoebox of a room *weeze*) ... and tho browned and dangly the trees might have been, they were a sorta solace-in-greenery; these past years, a respite away from my mac-screen ... and now? mayhap there'll be more of a breeze? *hmph*