Unexpectedly, my view came across a perfect spot for a morning delight.
With my camera, I was just trying to capture the morning birds that would normally flock the tree beside my room. When I was adjusting the settings for another shot, turning a bit on my side, another “flock of birds” caught my attention. I’m well aware that some houses along our enclave were turned to either storage buildings, warehouse or something of that sort, judging from the numerous delivery trucks lined up in the streets at certain times of the day. This only means, these storage houses would not only have an inventory in stock but also of another type which is able bodied workers to get through with their day to day operation. You know how warehouse works. The living arrangement for the laborers is nowhere close to a hotel suite or say a decent standard (I guess this is relative).Anyway, what Im driving at is how they make use of any given means to go on with their day, particularly on morning rituals. How they self tidy oblivious to their surroundings let alone a pair of eyes other than their own darted towards them, lusting on their manually formed bodies.
