wake up with the sun in my eyes

i always have beautiful mornings at the pad. there's something about waking up to the grumblings of pigeons and the drone of the exhaust from the body shop next door that is super relaxing. i've lived on several of Montreal's inner city highways for the last half decade and have come to enjoy the groan of the city. but here it's more than just the sounds. it's the room itself. this is the room that my brother and i built with our own two hands (or at least that's what it felt like when it seemed the construction would just never end). it's the room that at one time offered so much promise for the band and the room i once watched myself die in. and although it is no longer the room i always thought it could be, it remains the room i always find my way back to - the place that keeps reminding me that there is still plenty of music and art left in this body of mine. today, i could lie down on this couch and listen to Wooden Arms on repeat all day long. just close my eyes and smile to myself.