It’s 4:48am in California. But I’m in New Jersey. Where it’s 7:48am. None of the usual tea and toast. In my daughter’s first apartment. Listening to the sounds of a New Jersey morning. It’s louder here. And I don’t mean manmade noise. There are crickets and cicadas creaking away. At least I’m going to say that’s what they are. We don’t have loud bugs in Northern California so I have no expertise in bug acoustics.
I also hear thunder. One never forgets the sound of thunder.