Sound one. I hear you. With your big crashing, noisy size ten boots. Overwhelming my senses, fear and loathing in East Herts. Anathema to the sensorially challenged.
Sound two. I see you.Water stretching long and wide with a dark black dog face. Lapping over me. Sinking into the icy depths without a trace. Losing my way.
Sound three. I feel you. Asleep. Home safe. Happy to be alive. This is the sound I cherish – the one that gives me hope. Guiding me back to where I want to be.