There are about 40 trees in my parents’ suburb, half of which are in their back garden. I couldn’t sleep again last night, it was about 5am when I drifted off and not long after that when I woke again to the sound of birdsong – a strange occurrence in this part of Melbourne. As nice as it was to listen to the birds, their song brought unwelcome memories of being at M’s house in the hills; where there was very little time without the sounds of nature dancing in my ears; birds all day – especially in the morning, frogs at night, creaking trees every time the wind so much as thought about blowing (and the peaceful candlelit games nights brought by rolling blackouts caused by said trees). I miss those days.
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