In my otherwise silent night-time apartment I have grown accustom to and comforted by the following noises:
the intermittent tick of the thermostat
the click of my dogs toenails on the wooden floors
(and also her snuffly-snore when she is sleeping)
the hum of the refrigerator
the ebb and flow of the traffic on the Brooklyn/Queens Expressway
the whir of my laptop fan
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It's funny how much noise our quiet contains these days, isn't it? We lost power during the storms the other night, and there was a brief period where the noise of the weather subsided. Max had tunneled his way underneath me somehow, and he wasn't making a peep. It was just... silent.
When the power came back on, all of the sounds that I normally associate with silence were really distracting for a while.
I love white noise - I think that's what creeps me out about being in the mountains. Besides the bears and dirt.
White noise...aaahhh, what a blessing! ;-) Btw, have you heard Sufjan Stevens new album The BQE? If not, let me know along with your address please!
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