It's amazing how seamlessly new information weaves itself into our consciousness, making what was once unknown seem ordinary. Before we moved here I was familiar with the term "power lines buzzing", as referenced in literature and music, but I had never heard them. It seems so inconsequential and perhaps it is, but I've spent nearly my entire life on one quiet street or another, blanketed in the hush of the suburbs. And now we're in the middle of it, surrounded by food and people, sheltered by lines of electricity crackling overhead. And suddenly I can't imagine life without that sound.