Most of these are cliche but it’s more an exercise in keeping me more conscious of it:
- creaking wood planks on the docks
- gravel crunching under the tires of my Beach Cruiser
- Drew’s high pitched squeaks and Davis’s ridiculous bellowing
- Squeak of the front door and the noise of the bottom doors opening
- classic rock radio drifting into Mom’s room from the deck
- creak and metallic screach of the pullout sofa’s wires as Meredith and I toss and turn on it
- smack of flip flops of concrete
- pop and fizz of diet cokes being opened
- Faint Davis Mom’s talking in lowered hushed tone’s about something secret/important
- Strange new bird tweets
- Pontoon engine, wind on the sound
