The drumming of a passing shower.
Crickets every night outside my window.
Children calling to each other as they walk the road.
Bussing, jammed together, music throbbing, people calling to each other.
The evening sky, clouds tinted pink and the moon emerging.
The harbor at sunset.
Faces of friends looking up into our windows, seeing if we are home.
Sitting on our steps, watching people walk by.
School children singing.
Calling greetings on Sunday afternoon walks.
The bizarre that happens.
Cool breeze in evening.
Calling greetings on Sunday afternoon walks.
The bizarre that happens.
Cool breeze in evening.
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