Lying listening to the sounds of the city as I prepare to sleep. These sounds can be as soothing as watching the stars on a clear night in Georgia. There is a peace with these sounds. An assurance of belonging in this horde of intriguing persons. In this sound, in this peace the horde becomes a community; the people a family. In this boisterous peace, this cacophonous tranquility we find the rhythm of the city. The heartbeat of my family.
We are one.
We are one.