White Noise
The air conditioning is whirring In the middle of July.The still stale air, patterned with the humming of the electrical currents buzzingRecycling the warm air from the room.It’s funneling and filtering, generating a warm summer breeze.The worryless wind brushes upon my face.It reminds me of the joy of my youth.Yearning and learningI grin at the thought of my former naive self. The air vibrates...