I hear the shuffle of wind folding itself around the eaves outside my window.
I hear the percussive honks of geese bidding on nesting sites.
I hear the rapid fire rat-a-tat of a squirrel defending his stash
I hear the hum-gurgle-slosh of the sump pump dutifully preventing a flood.
I hear the lazy drone of the fridge, the crackle-clatter of the ice machine making a delivery.
I hear the clicks, dings, and pops of my pandemic induced classroom.
I don’t hear the laughter, the banter, the chatter, the ruckus ‘n nonsense of a living breathing class
and I really, really miss this.