Morning City Symphony

Sunrise over the river gave me a minor‑major feel that turned my breath into a soft drumbeat, and I couldn't help humming the chord I’d found in a bookstore aisle. A napkin in my pocket caught the next line I wrote, a tiny poem about the city’s neon pulse, which I left behind at the café counter before the last bus vanished. The train’s steady rhythm felt like a steady chorus, reminding me that even in rush we’re all improvising together. I chatted with a stranger in the elevator about how their laugh was a perfect syncopation to my own, and we both nodded like we were playing a shared riff. #CitySymphony 🎶