Early Morning Industries

Sat on the bed waiting for the water to heat for s shower.
Through the open window I hear unaccustomed early morning sounds (I don't usually have the window openat this time). The sound of some container being moved. Distant traffic. Footsteps. People passing by. There is something cold and wintry about those sounds, but oddly lulling as well. They are sharp sounds, echoey too, as if the outside is taking place in a large resonant cavern or empty room. When I first opened the window, there was a part of me that thought it probably sounded like this here 150 years ago - The sound of early morning horses, the stables being opened, the coachmen getting up from their sleep in the very room where I am writing.