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Sat on my balcony garden last night in my thickest wool jumper, listening to soft rain and birds sing, there was a nightingale in the choir of blackbirds for a little while. Air has been dusty and dry for so long, it was a pleasure at long last to breathe easy. A friend and I passed by the windows of some art studios earlier in the evening while it rained a lot, the rooms filled with people in black shirts and colourful beanies, they'd flung their windows wide open, and we admired their walls and interiors, prints, cat-shaped bottles and Ceylon creepers.