Cork plonking from bottle with a light accompanying squeak of friendly friction.
The sound of waxed paper being torn from a block of fine vintage cheddar.
The gentle snap of an After Eight wafer to herald the scent of mint and chocolate.
The lamentation of their women.
The ever more desperate and muted pleading of hitchhikers as they realize their skin is getting looser.
The small indignant ruff of a golden retriever puppy demanding to be taken seriously.
The sound of unfamiliar birds on a tropical morning abroad.
The gurgles and squeals of a baby cooing from its crib.
The muted crack of a splintered tibia as a young athlete's career is ended.
The chime of Balinese bells in a beautiful village.
The lapping of waves and the gently rushing tumble of smooth pebbles on a distant shore.
The distant contest of a chainsaw's buzz and the howled anguish of its intended subject.
The warming resonant purr of a mellow cat nestled against your shoulder.
The explosive shouted rage of violence and the rattle of shaking wood from a crowd fighting outside your flimsy double wide door.
The contented sigh of a sleeping partner as a sliver of dawn creeps across the cost bed.
A distinctly and joyously analog melody from a vintage arcade game that vividly recalls halcyon days of youth.
The sudden and startling silence of jet turbines failing at 40,000 feet followed by the furious rush of air and buffeting plummet.
The crackle and snap of firewood in a Christmas hearth.
The mewling awe of the tethered Dirtybirds as they witness the Majesty of Your Becoming and the pathetic wracked sobbing of their final understanding of your Glory.
The pleasant concussive whomp of New Years Fireworks and reassuring cries of joy and celebration Echoing from downstairs as you drift into childhood dreams.
The soporific lullaby of Gilbert Gottfried belting grind core lyrics from a riot police loudspeaker.
