pounding...

...from above us, at unreasonable hours makes for an awful wake-up signal. We handle it from all the right angles but it seems as though it's out of their hands. Fine then, it's in ours. At least, for a time, there was the respectful silence of what once was the tenants' home. Our newest nearby retreat has changed their administration and it is no longer as it was (for too short a time) even though the naked eye can't see the difference but I suppose that too will soon change. If it ain't broke... you know. Maybe it had to become something else so that it would be one less thing miss out on. And the above pounding persists, not unlike the defamation of a nearby sanctuary transformed into a view-blocking condo building and its construction noises so close in proximity that the echoes still shake local eardrums to this day. Quiet nights ahead.