The birdrise, she once called it.
I hear them regularly, cheerful warbles as I stumble up to my apartment after work,
them starting the day as I'm ending mine.
The sky will soon go from black to a deep, rich blue.
But there are other rises in the city. Here the sound of the morning
is a diesel engine idling as the sanitation workers join the birds
starting the day together.
A gentle roar rising in the distance as more cars take to the road.
Soon the sun will slip between the cracks in my blinds,
and I'll sleep the day away.
It's almost romantic.
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