The boy next door (17-ish) has been shooting baskets in the backyard for hours. Soothing sound, pock pock pock clatter pock pock pock clatter. Also the train whistle: we live now between two suburban stations, and it whistles, old fashioned train whistle coming and going. Should I mention the suicides? Maybe not. Pock pock pock clatter. People jogging along a creek. Mothers jogging with babies in jogging strollers, mothers biking, pulling babies behind in little carts. Pock pock pock clatter. It'll be dark soon.