In the hours just after midnight, it was the wind through the trees. As the sun rose, birdsong. Later, the business of commuting. People moving about. Traffic. Tools and equipment. In the afternoon, laughter. Children playing. Neighbors talking. And it all tapered once again in the evening.

Our soundscape cycles and changes in an ongoing rhythm.

If you’re not hearing what you want to hear — what you need to hear — perhaps you’re just listening at the wrong times.