Rainy Rock-n-Roll

Cars sloshing through puddles; Fingers typing on keyboards; Laughter in the kitchen; Muffled conversation; Birds chirping outside my window; Paper getting shuffled around; Footsteps of people passing by; An occasional cough; The telephone ringing (3 chimes in total); The elevator door opening; My own breath coming and going. The sounds tell me I'm in an office. A lot is happening. A lot is getting done. There is a noticeable juxtaposition between the liveliness of the office and the melancholy drowsiness of the rainy outside. I am existing in two environments at once.