Buses with creaky breaks opening their doors with a deep sigh.
Cars with studded winter tires already on.
A passing tram on its' rails.
The wind whispering in my ear.
Laughter.
Phones.
Leaves falling on the wet asphalt.
Different languages all around me.
The clicking of high heels.
Doors opening.
A leaf blower.
Good mornings being wished.
Music listened to by the bus driver.
A helicopter.
The sounds of a morning in my city.
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