I wake up to the sound of roosters at the break of dawn. It is my favourite sound of the day. Everybody hears them yet nobody knows where they live.
Lying on the mattress floor, I await the roaring hiss of trams outside my front window. I love their rickety groove in the mornings. How they rattle, twist and graft their way through the dust.
If you arrive in the right place in life, the promise of summer is a joy to behold.