Top floor facing the boulevard

Our family was reunited in Krakow last night. It wasn’t easy getting the suitcases up here. But I’m loving the space this morning. I want to capture the sounds coming in the window at 9:00 a.m. as the city is starting its Thursday.

The curtain is silent in a soft breeze.
The green of the lush trees shelter the birds and their songs.
Traffic passes in waves, humming cars, buzzing scooters, bumping trucks.
Then, finally I catch it.
The streetcar passes with the clicking, clacking wheels.