just sound

I've become accustomed to walking blissfully down the street without having to strain my ears to eavesdrop, tune-out, or comprehend much of anything. The Danish language remains a mystery to me, and when English does appear in my pastel paradise, it is almost unwelcome, startling. Granted, I am still 100% reliant on the fact that wherever I go, someone will speak English, a handicap I hope to someday remedy. But for these past few months, it has been a gift. I can exist in a bustling, wheel-turning city where sounds, intonations, and lyrics just are. No double-meaning, no sarcasm, no small talk. Just sound waves - coming and going.