Last week it was raining and warm enough to leave a window open at night to listen to the rain and I never shut it, and I’ve been going to sleep listening to the neighborhood’s ambient noise, airplanes and gentle passage of trains behind my place and the accompanying bells, the traffic on the sort-of busy street that parallels the other side and sometimes neighbors laughing as they come in late.
I live on the 18th floor of a vintage building in Center City Philadelphia. Last night someone started drumming at 10 o’clock. I could hear it even without windows open. I thought, “kind of late for a protest.” Then I remembered it was Fat Tuesday. Happy Mardi Gras Peter.
I live on the 18th floor of a vintage building in Center City Philadelphia. Last night someone started drumming at 10 o’clock. I could hear it even without windows open. I thought, “kind of late for a protest.” Then I remembered it was Fat Tuesday. Happy Mardi Gras Peter.