From the eclectic, photographically oriented blog Heading East
Night Sounds
When I was a kid I imagined the sound of night to be wind in the branches and the beat of firefly wings.
As a teen I imagined it to be the breath of the sleeping.
Night in New York where the quiet hours were never so quiet, was always a conversation, muffled and rich.
In LA it was the tinkle and chime of a distant party.
Today, if I close my eyes after 2 or so, wherever I am, night is
always full of keyboards... clicking away, endlessly, out there in the
dark.
http://www.mexicanpictures.com/headingeast/2012/05/night-sounds-1.html
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