In my home I hear
the rumbling of my belly – soon to be filled with home made perogies and roasted asparagus
the pitter patter of raindrops against my floor to ceiling windows
the occasional shriek of children from the playground next door
the thump-thump-thump of footsteps from the neighbours living in the unit above me
occasional rev of vehicles on the main road behind my building
In my condo I hear the sounds of home.