The handle turning as I open my back door

The flapping of wings as two startled doves take flight

A shovel scraping on concrete

My footsteps on the patio, rustling bin bag

A small child crying in the next street

Rickety bamboo fencing flapping in the gentle wind

Next door, the gate latch rattling

A neighbour hammering, hammering

R2D2 birds, whistles and hoots, high pitched melodies

A convoy of motorcycles roaring past, merging in to the ripsaw from the nearby timber yard

A small child laughing

Dirty lorries chugging toward the building site

More hammering, dogs barking

An ambulance, sirens screeching

Raindrops on the greenhouse

The rustling bin bag hitting the once empty wheelie bin

The plastic lid closing with a snap

My footsteps on the patio

Hammering, hammering, barking, barking

The back door shutting

Peace and quiet