Between the shadows

I'm sitting on the balcony enjoying the morning. I have a cup of coffee in my hand.Below me, people are already rushing to work. But not me, I'm still hiding in the shade.Hidden from the noise, yet right in the middle of it. I get up and walk to the railing. A bunch of students are riding their bikes out of the house next door. In the café across the street, an elderly gentleman is reading a newspaper. He comes at the same time every day. He's having an espresso. The children are playing in the grassy yard next door. The sweet smell of flowers wafts from the flower shop downstairs. I can see the busy junction. I still have about an hour to get up to the fast pace of the city. I don't want to. I'm in my haven in the shadow of the city. I'm in a place where the shadows become my home. I am.