Cold, duck calls, dog collar jingles, rush of water, bang of neighboring houses, cloudy, gloomy, water, dirt, duck poop, trees, bird chirps, people, people talking.

With the everyday life being so noisy it’s nice to come sit in the slightly cold area directly adjacent towards the pond with a couple ducks silently yelling at me to write something creative. It makes me want to get even deeper like going up the canyon and getting so lost I don’t even know where my own voice is coming from. All I need is to escape the noise and business of the real world because even here at the pond you still hear construction happening at a neighboring house, or the constant rush of car traffic on the highway. Sometimes I would just need to go and sit in the silence of my own creation and let it fester in, out, and all around myself sulking in my own pain, feelings, emotions, or happiness. Whatever I’m really feeling at that specific moment. I just got a call from a guy with an Indian accent wanting to know my medical information so I can qualify for benefits or financial aid. Life has never been better.