Listening

There is a silence in the evening.

An hour after the dark has set in.

 

Silence.

 

Then there is a sound.

A knock.

It comes for another house.

More likely for one of its inhabitants.

There will be someone waiting for someone else.

And someone else wondering who that someone is – at least for a brief moment.

 

Then there is me – having heard, wanting to listen and not wanting to really try.

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