The honking of cars and trucks, eager to arrive at work on time
The vibration of phones, always staying plugged into the world
The slightly personal conversations at lunch with coworkers
The clicking of the mouse, as seconds tick away on the clock
The hustle and bustle back to normality
The pounding of weights as you finish a set
The barking of your dog, when he sees you drive in
The voice of a loved one, greeting you at the door
The sight of city lights brighten up the night sky
The horn of a passing train, keeping you awake
The breeze off the lake, that never gets old
The comfort of my home, mine all mine.
I wouldn't trade it for anything, not in a million years.
