I notice small changes since moving to Cornwall: the roof window above my desk is sometimes covered in marks left by gulls. It happens overnight, without me seeing it. In the morning my view can be interrupted.
At first I found it irritating but now I sit with it longer. I wait for rain or wind to take it away again. Nothing I do affects the process.
It has started to change how I think about what I see and when I can see it. Some things arrive on their own schedule and some things erase themselves without help. I am not in control of when the view opens or closes
There is something interesting in that delay: in the gap between noticing and not being able to see. It makes me aware of how much depends on conditions I do not set.