I ask earnestly, sitting on a chair facing our small urban garden.
How delightful, the raindrops falling on the concrete with a charming sound. And the birds…, what an intriguing parallel world saturated with colourful songs they live in.
The siren. The garden door banging on the tub of paint keeping it ajar, with each wave of the wind.
I hear the neighbours playfully bantering in the next door garden.
How did I miss this before? When I don’t fixate on the soundless voice in my head, I hear every sound.
What was the question again?
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