Since moving back to Brooklyn, I've had a lot of core memories unlocked, many through sound. Yes, obviously, the ice cream trucks, but also the rushing waves of traffic sounds, and garbage trucks, and that whoosh a bus makes when the doors close and it starts moving again.
And then there was today's sound. A lullaby. A comforting clatter. I hadn't heard it in years. It's the sound of rain on a window air conditioner.
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