Just after dawn the birds wake each other up.
On Sundays, very early, you could sit in a certain spot in my old backyard, with a leafy canopy above you and the vine covered garage and overgrown yard before you, with the gentle sound of the little fountain* in the background and, for a little while, forget you were in the city. Kind of.
*Not the pond in the picture but the source of the background audio in the improvised guitar instrumental below.
Long Gone Sunday
(C)2007, TK Major