I love the sound of Mourning Doves and train whistles (preferably not at the same time). They remind me of being a child: the first because I remember being SO PERPLEXED as to why an owl would hoot during the day (it wasn't until high school that I learned the subtleties between a whoo and a coo), and the second because both houses I lived in growing up were within earshot of train tracks. I can remember trying to lie perfectly still so I could feel the train softly rattle my bed.
I don't know why I just thought of those things; I just felt compelled to share.
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