wake up little suzie wake up

birds chirping. in the winter the best thing to wake up to is the smell of hot food being prepared for breakfast. the rest of the seasons, its birds saying good morning right outside your window. i didn't think i would ever get the chance to hear them in my new place, but this morning was glorious. they were awake, and ready to talk so that i could hear them. the most beautiful conversation i have ever eves-dropped on. i can still hear them now. i cannot wait for the mornings when its warm enough that my window will be open and i can sit outside and drink my cup of coffee listening to the beauty of Toronto. you know what? i think i belong in Europe. i need the history, the beauty, the casualty in my life. i want to sit in the middle of the city, and be surrounded by all of it. Toronto is great, but its new, it has very little character. i can imagine my heart away, but its not the romance of Europe. than again, i've never actually been. so how could i know? the birds have moved on from my window, and i cannot hear them anymore. which is all well, because i really should go get my first cup of coffee. the world moves on and maybe i would just like to be surrounded by the beauty of the past. the wonder of living in a world less complicated than my own. ha isn't that everyones dream.