It’s possible to live a simple life in one of the loudest, most vibrant cities in the world. The mundane moments of everyday are still poetry if you let it. The way the kettle whistles in the morning. The low rumble of cars, the cooing of mourning doves. The cat joins me on the balcony on one of those false spring mornings and together we watch the city wake up, enjoying the warmth, finally. He deeply inhales while I deeply exhale, his head bobbing towards the sun with every sniff breathed in.