Background noise as a lullaby.
I totally get it.

Interesting. I recall growing up out in the country away from the city lights. The pitter patter of rain on a tin roof. The croaking of a bullfrog and symphonic chirping of crickets. The hoot of an owl. Now your poem has got me reminiscing.

Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend. Home sweet home.. Appreciate you, Cuz.

Damian

It’s funny how I’m disturbed by silence in my city but calmed by it when camping. I think we become in tune with our environment and are unsettled when it steps out of rhythm.

That’s a lot of noise but then again you are in the city. If you didn’t like all of that, you wouldn’t be living there. Cool write Fia.

I feel this hunger and need. I like this.

Long distance can be urgent in the extreme. But it’s so worth the wait. Thank you, Brenda 🧡

It totally is worth the wait:)

Passionately penned, Willow. The words sizzle in their longing my friend. Excellent write. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hey Honoria
It’s good to see you. Thank you so much 😊