Sound. The birds in the morning are welcoming. The guitar from above. Songs.
Cars. Constant coming and going. Revving. Empty houses and a sudden appearance in the night. Doors slamming.
Noises you don’t hear in a town. Chopping of wood. The river bank sliding. Vans lost, reversing, crunching gears.
Imbalance. No regular noises. Just sporadic bursts. There’s no rhythm of life, no steady beat.