Not much to say.
Just listening to the sounds of the night as I work.
Outside my window there are frogs peeping, the wind rustling the new leaves, Canadian geese on the pond giving voice to their worries, and a tiny glissando of a windchime.
Inside I can hear the dog licking her paws (surprisingly loud) and the hockey game on the TV in the other room.
Time for a cup of tea and bed.