Overhearing my neighbour call to her dog made me realize that I associate strangers’ voices with summer. Listening to inane chatter and intimate moments that I am not normally privy to is a seasonal comfort, an expectation, even.
Then there's the incoherent booming of Army Reserve echoes and clomp-fump of standard issue boots and dump-shh of standard issue backpacks trying desperately to stay in place during the celerity of formation jogs.
That and the smell of grass, but that's a given.
