What Do You Hear?

The buzz of a lawnmower and the roar of a plane over head. The wind rustles the umbrellas and the papers wrinkle in the breeze. The muffled sound of a student led tour passes by the opening. Doors are slamming in the distance with no pattern and it all reminds me of a home. Things are happening and life is moving forward, though most people are running around in a hectic state the building stands peacefully. No matter what mood anyone is in the building is calm and when I watch from within but I seperate myself from the choas, I can feel at peace too. Those are the places that make me feel like I am at home.