Honking

In town we lived closed to the flightpath for planes landing at Hector Airport. They were still quite high when they passed over our place, but they were nevertheless a sound that made you city aware.

This morning we were awakened fairly early as a flock of loud, honking geese flew overhead on their flightpath to warmer climates. I smiled and went back to sleep.

No move back to the city

This is as good a starting point as any I would presume. This is the time I would normally give up weekday commuting from our summer residence at The Lakes (yes, it will always be used as a proper noun) and move home to our place in Fargo. I always dread that move because I can't sleep well for a week after I return to the city. Fargo is a relatively quiet town, but it is infinitely more noisy than The Lakes – especially in September.

Now we reside permanently here. Why didn't we do this years ago?