The Morning by Vlada Melnychuk

Early in the morning I tear open my curtains quite vigorously.
The first thing that hits me is the blinding sun rising over the opposite building. I feel thankful for another day. The street is always full of people from early hours of the morning. Cars, buses, bicycles start their traffic on the road and fill the atmosphere with dust and noise. I see many boys and girls with shining faces and school uniforms going leisurely to their schools. The building opposite is close enough, so from my window, I can see into many others. I can see there are flowers in almost every apartment window. I love to spend my time near the window especially on a sunny day, watching walking people and dreaming about something.