London at 5 am

London at 5 am is silent. And then you hear it. Instead of the humming of motorbikes and the purring of cars. Instead of kids. Instead of people speaking loudly on the phone. You hear it. An amalgam of birds. Each of them in its own language yet perfectly coherent. And the trees are in bloom.

All of this while your parents are flying over countries and sees. And you wait for the train. Hearing every step of every person in the train station and the shriek of seagulls.