I love the sounds of this city.

I lie here sometimes at night, on my futon on the floor, and just listen.

The trains go by, whistling. We're about six blocks from the shoreline and I can hear the boats on quiet nights. Some jackass has hung wind chimes in a tree outside, and though wind chimes usually send me into unreasonable fits of murderous rage, I don't mind them all that much here.

The neighbors walk through the courtyard, speaking a dozen different languages. Their dogs bark. The seagulls cry. I am in love with all of it.