The buildings arch into the sky, mesmerizing you while you gaze up around and listen to the melodic notes of classical music emanating from the windows. You look up as the buildings surround you, tower over you, as the magnificent early morning sky envelopes you. The trees add beauty to the dawn and the concrete mountains, verdant and full of life. The smell of the patisserie, one of the mountain`s caverns, wafts up through the open window; the sweet aroma of freshly baked muffins. The train roars by suddenly with the power of a charging lion and the accompanying sound of a galloping horse, clickety clack, clickety clack. Its rippling force and overpowering noise is a surprise anyone whose life it isn`t regularly a part of. By the train`s side, students walk by, chatting as they get their early morning coffee, a subtle background noise in comparison. Early morning dog walkers emerge from a cavern inside their concrete mountain. They are on their routine excursions, walking their dog methodically, to the tree, to the bush, to the fire hydrant… People start to wake up in the morning as lights turn on and my neighborhood begins to bustle with activity. My neighborhood, like a giant person composed of buildings and concrete, rubs its eyes, tosses and turns and slowly awakens as the sun rises behind the magnificent Manhattan skyline.