Radio sounds, waft through the house, from the front, from the back, same channel, crackle into the air.

Local jazz station, my radios don’t tune in so well. But I love it anyway. And I could stream digital but, would rather not. The crackle, something about it, from the past, like the music, reminding me of earlier times, maybe times with my dad.

Miss him, miss those times, feelings, the music helps, the crackle helps. Settling into now, content with now, the music helps, the crackle helps.