Barking. Constant barking echoes through the neighborhood. Usually accompanied by my own dog, Creed.
Chirping. Constant chirping drifting in the open windows thanks to the feeders my sweet husband keeps stocked.
Talking. Constant talking from a two year old that has found his voice.
Rocking. Constant rocking coming from the recliner as my husband sits and relaxes.
Laughing. Constant laughing coming from the episode of Full House that no one is watching, but that is serving as background noise.
The sounds of my afternoon. No, there isn't any peace here. There is lots of noise. But I love it.