A new day, staring down my terrace

The morning mist rises down below like they under a spell . Morning has broken to me and my city but the sun is gentle like it heard the rhythm of my dim little soul. I look around around the city below like bird looking for a place to perch something that is rash would probably crush me and the fast car won't wait for me but a family in a rumble under the shade seems to hear the language in my heart and there I wish to join in their midst in the breakfast and in the conversation they were relishing.