Our neighborhood hums like

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Our neighborhood hums like an air conditioner.

Maybe it's the ever-present trickle of water in the storm drains, or the distant traffic from the main road nearby, but I've been fooled twice in the past twelve hours.

The shades in the dining room window were dancing during dinner. I heard the aircon, but the fins weren't open to distribute the breeze. The power button was switched to off. Tod had to tell me that he opened the window before I understood.

This morning I heard the buzzing aircon as I lazed in bed but the breeze was coming from the wrong side of the room. Tod had opened a window to Nature's chilly night air.

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