GRATITUDE

Pigeons have made their home in the balconies of my apartment.
Yes, there’s never a dearth of shit!
I am grateful for my boy servant who has become particularly skilled at the task of cleaning up, what with at least three of the eight balconies being in the line of fire each day.
Be it winter, summer or anything in between, enjoying my cuppa (and an occasional twilight whisky) in the balcony is an experience I treasure.
For air, water and sunlight, I am not predominantly indebted.
For the fact that I am,
I exist
and 

have an opportunity to cherish these privileges,
I am grateful.