she can see the bird mural from here, the same one visible from the front window of Begonia. Not the whole thing, and not very well, just a sliver of it through the buildings, part of a blue jay, part of a parrot, part of a robin. It’s a bit disorienting; she hasn’t gained a sense of the city yet and would not have thought it possible to see that street from this vantage point. But it’s comforting. Grounding. Something about that mural feels nostalgic, like when you come across a children’s book in a used bookstore that you vaguely remember your mother reading to you when you were small.
