The sound of the oscillating fan whirring back and forth doing it's job of cooling off the room.
The glow of the computer monitor that I consider man-made moonlight falls onto my outstretched hands.
The sound of cars zooming north on 8th Avenue outside my window, doing their job of taking people from here to there.
The occasional clacking noise I hear from the coffee maker every few minutes tells me it is keeping my coffee warm.
Just being here right now.
