Sometimes beauty resides not to the eye of the beholder. Instead, it lives in the ear of the listener.
"Can you hear? Isn't it lovely?"
The speaker is my wife. The time is late on an early autumn night. And the sound is not a lullaby by Brahms, the ebb and flow of gentle surf, nor even the lilting toot of the local ramen truck.
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