I’ve been doing a lot of sitting, and staring at the wall.
I can hear the birds that live in my neighborhood, when the fridge isn’t drowning them out. The sound of creaky floorboards, and the AC.
Occasionally a car goes by. Farther away, a big truck.
Then it’s just the bugs.
And back to my thoughts.
For a while, that’s all I hear.
Then, eventually, my breath.
For a brief moment, nothing.
And then the fridge.