This morning I had a somewhat peculiar appreciation of the sounds around me. The opening of the cupboard. The pop of lid on my coffee grounds tin. The rattling of spoons and forks as I closed the utensil drawer. The running of the faucet and the bubbling of hot water. It was all so sensual (not in a weird way).
The thought crossed my mind that I could be inadvertently high on something, or maybe there was a carbon monoxide leak, but neither of those seemed likely. I think had to do with the quiet and the stillness around me. The feeling of being the only sign of life within my perceptible radius. No trains, no cars, no birds, just the sounds of living in relative isolation.