The stands at a final water polo game.
My neighbor’s dog when the mailman arrives.
Mila’s car radio as we drive to the beach with the windows down.
The whistle of the train as it rolls through the industrial park.
A locker room full of pumped-up girls after a playoff win.
The low-battery warning of the smoke alarm at three a.m.
Fireworks.
Local news helicopters hovering overhead.
New Year’s Eve countdowns.
Three. Two. One.
Marching bands in parades.
My favorite band onstage for an encore.
A protest.
A pep rally.
That moment at graduation when everyone throws their caps into the air.
My neighbor’s motorcycle.
My other neighbor’s drum kit.
Lawn mowers and leaf blowers too early on Sunday mornings.
Downtown.
Freeway traffic.
Me.