am not surprised at hearing, when I awake, the birds singing so joyfully outside my window; it is only by
living, as they and I do, in a top story, that one comes to know how cheerful the mornings really are up among
the roofs. It is there that the sun sends his first rays, and the breeze comes with the fragrance of the gardens
and woods; there that a wandering butterfly sometimes ventures among the flowers of the attic, and that the
songs of the industrious work-woman welcome the dawn of day. The lower stories are still deep in sleep,
silence, and shadow, while...