If the the clatter and smash of kitchen sundries falling from a fourth floor window are my wake up call
I know I'm in the city.
If I can tell exactly who is filling their coffee pot by the variation in temperature of my shower
I know I'm in the city.
If walking the dog means dodging buses
I know I'm in the city.
If I wake up happy and stay that way
I know I'm in the city.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
On Mornings
From the mind of Noah Champion at 5:23 AM
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