Tall person suggested that we need to listen more so Barnaby and me sat on our veranda and listened.
A neighbor sweeping. A cock crowing. A dove flapping its wings. Little people playing in the street. A man’s deep voice. A yard gate banging shut. Birds chattering. Street dogs squabbling. A bus winding its way through out neighborhood. A dove cooing. A dog with a cough barking. Someone hammering. Neighbors chatting. A little person running fast. A fly buzzing. A neighbor scolding. Distant music.
Sometimes it’s good to just listen.