I really hate the way people hang their laundry in public view off the sides of their balconies. (I take mine up to the rooftop terrace for drying that's decent and discreet!)
But a week or so ago, I somehow saw a prettiness on my neighbour's washing line. So I sketched it out and decided to fill it in with watercolour - which I did last night. It reminded me of what I like best about drying clothes in the sun - that wonderful warm aroma they come back in with - and it noodled a haiku out of me:
Sunday morning scent
of sunshine: I go fishing,
my bait on a line.