Whirring floor fans. Motorbikes. The street sweeper. The neighbors’ dog. Children running. Laughing. The washing machine. A teammate humming. A door slamming. Food cart vendors. The call to prayer from the local mosque. The phone ringing. Someone typing. Calls of “Mister! Mister!” The buzz of mosquitoes. Furniture scraping on the tile floor. The tea kettle boiling. Pages being turned by the breeze.
There is a certain music, something like a symphony, to be found in the sounds of everyday life. Today, I am taking comfort in the “song” that fills my house.