The newly risen sun is reflecting bright off the leaves of the greengage tree we planted so that I'd be able to see a tree when I looked out of the window in this urban street.
Ours is a quiet road - near the shops and a big intersection, but a cul-de-sac network of houses. We live near the end corner, so not so many vehicles come along here - except bus drivers looking for somewhere to park, because just across the way and a few yards along is the bus depot.
The air is fresh and there are no people about yet. But the buses start up early. Apart from a few random cars, their deep rumbling engines are the only sound in the early morning silence.
The sound of the bus engines is very like a recording I have of Buddhist monks chanting. Remarkably like it.
We don't have geese (often) but we do have seagulls.
If I close my eyes I could think I was sitting by a monastery wall near a lake in Ladakh.
As Lao Tsu said, "Without going outside, you may know the whole world."
I suppose it does take a little imagination.