This is something I noticed when I was home for spring break a few weeks ago, but have revisited today.

The sound of waves always surrounds me. It manifests itself in different ways, but it’s there. The typical “I was raised on the coast of California” wave: ocean waves at the beach.  The “I live in the hills” wave: wind blowing through leaves on a tree. The “Los Angeles” wave: cars driving past. There are more, but those are the prominent waves. Those are also some of my favorite sounds.