Close your eyes for a minute and listen. What can you hear?
I can hear
the kitchen clock ticking
The rolling surf-on-sand sound of cars heading to work
Have you ever listened to distant traffic and thought how much it sounded like the surf? I have. And still do. When I was young I’d stay at my grandparents’ house and fall asleep listening to the traffic and imagining I was back on holidays with my family. Holidays spent at Johnson’s flats under the lighthouse at Watego’s Beach and where I’d fall asleep listening to the waves crashing on the shore and counting the seconds between each sweep of the lighthouse. No sheep then, only goats.