Between the old air conditioner dying and a new one being installed, we’ve been living with the windows open. The outside world has tumbled in and our inside world has tumbled out.
The net effect feels something like your mother saying, “Get outside and stay there!”
With outdoor sounds now part of every hour, daylight or dark, even our morning routine has changed. We both stumble from bed and beeline to the bedroom window. I don’t know what either of us thinks may have changed during a few hours of sleep; but with hearing the wind, the cars, the sirens and assorted dogs, it seems our duty to check. No bodies, no animal carcasses, no limbs down.