I hear airplane traffic, car traffic, and train traffic from where I sit in my apartment in the morning.
I also hear the crunching of the cats attacking their breakfast kibbles.
The downstairs neighbor just left for work. I felt the closing of her back porch door in the bottoms of my socked feet, and the sound of her steps on the kitchen floor has stopped.
The fat cat ambles from his bowl to the sitting room, making soft padding sounds with his feet but also causing these old wooden floors to creak beneath his weight.
I’m making sound too. The clicking of my typing is muted, but no less part of the pre-dawn symphony.
Before any news or responsibility from the day reaches me, I like to take in these sounds. It’s an almost meditative exercise.
Have a good day.