Thank you for sound,
for running water in the eaves-trough,
for dripping here and there and everywhere,
for shoes crunching on loose gravel,
for cars splashing through the puddles
(wasn't worth washing them)
for a saw screaming somewhere in an open garage,
on a Saturday. It seems like the loveliest sound, today.
Thank you for sun on my closed eyes.
And thank you for thanking you.
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