The sights and sounds that drift through the window during a lockdown are different from beeping access doors of an office with the humming printers, elevator dings, and the sounds of keyboards.

I’ve gotten used to some new middle of the day sounds from my neighbors: 

The sharp slap of a skipping rope on concrete.

The clang of equipment hitting other equipment and dropped weights. 

A child practicing scales on a trombone.

The dog next door barking and getting shouted at by his owner. 

Empty wine bottles dumped into a recycling bin.

A food delivery motorbike whizzing by.

There’s no going back to 2019.