Free writing

He hadn't closed the curtains, so he woke at first light. The sky to the west was overcast, grey fluffy clouds with pink edges. Something red and swift flashed past the window--a cardinal, presumably. He sat up, gathered himself, and stood with a cacophony of pops from his joints. He was used to his ankles and knees protesting the morning, but of late his back and ribs were adding their own percussion.