A contribution by Sada1
You're six years old, laying in bed but not yet tired, listening to the trains and the crickets of this summer night.
You're fourteen, home from a night of partying, and you wait to go in to your family to breathe in the heat and the comforting sounds.
You're twenty-two, and adrift, unsure what to do with your life. This is familiar, this sound is home.
Inspired by my memories of summers growing up.