I hear a sound.
An odd sound.
The sound of my orange yoga mat being used as a scratching post by Thomas.
I hear a strange tapping on the roof like fingers.
That’s the bougainvillea getting ready to lift my roof shingles peer underneath, let rain in.
The scuffling outside? That’s the squirrels eating the cat food.
Sound brings change.
That’s the ocean coming over the barrier.
That’s the river rising.
The continents shifting.
The light falling.
There are things you cannot change.
We must focus on what we can change.