In the morning, seagulls come this way, heading for the harbor, where the catch is good. It seems they always go out for meals, and head home around sunset.
Nearly 8am, and traffic is busy down below. The subway trains run more frequently beneath the road... For some reason I like it when they screech to a stop. You can feel the vibration of the train up here.
People are closing the doors to their apartments, pressing the "down" button on the elevator which is right beside my door. Some people press the button four or five times, as if that will make the elevator come more quickly.
I haven't slept, and it seems like as good a time as any to write about the mundanity of morning, and how lovely that can be.