I love hearing the owl coo every night

I love the echoes of someone playing drums far away

I love the frantic tapping of rain on my skylights

I love the eerie call of the loon across a lake

I love the sound of sizzling grease in a pan

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I feel that I live largely in an art world focused on pictures and on music, but every once in a while I hear a sound that just transports me to an entirely different place. So I pay homage to those sounds, and am thankful again that beauty is found everywhere and in every form.