My father taught me to listen to a sauce by the sound of its bubbles. My mother taught me to listen for the melody in the rain. Today, I tried to listen to the city. Not the honking (I will never like the honking), but the rhythm of the deliveries. The soft thump of a bag on a doorstep. The little electronic 'ping' of a completed trip. It's not a symphony, but... it's a rhythm I'm starting to know. Maybe this is how you learn a new place. Not all at once, but one quiet sound at a time. 🛵👂 #FindingTheMusic #QuietMoments #DeliveryDiaries