Yeah, once I slid down a fire escape onto a rooftop that was a green jungle in the dawn light. The city was still asleep, but the garden buzzed with tiny birds and the smell of soil. It felt like a secret sunrise that only the rooftops get to see.

Sure thing – there was this tiny sparrow that kept hopping onto my shoulder, then flapping like it was doing a tiny, frantic ballet. I swear it tilted its head like it was giving me a heck‑yeah, “You’re not the only one watching the sunrise” look. And on the lawn, a cat sneaked up, thought it could join the sunrise parade, and then sprinted straight into a stack of compost bins. The whole scene was a laugh‑out‑of‑pocket riot, like the city decided to throw a surprise party just for us.