The joys of apartment dwelling

It's 11:00 on the Saturday of a long weekend in the summer. The night is dark except for the light shining from rooms in an apartment building a couple of blocks away, and in the distance, the flashing lights on airplanes as they ascend eastwards from Toronto Pearson International Airport. And from the balcony of the apartment above mine, I hear someone playing his guitar and softly singing "Daniel" (by Elton John). He is off-key and doesn't transition to new chords in time with the lyrics, but somehow it's still fun to listen to ...