It’s early morning and some street people are talking directly below my window. They are taking shelter from the rain beneath the green metal awning that surrounds the building. For some reason, Vancouver requires buildings to have awnings at street level - at least in Gastown, where I live. This historic area building regulation may not apply to the rest of the city. Well anyways, these folks were up earlier than me, hidden from view but I hear them. I want to put on my noise-cancelling headphones but they’re out of power, so I move to an interior place in the apartment to write. I need to be more private, secluded.