What’s the last thing you listened to that made you stop?

Not a song, not a podcast—just the way the wind moved through the joints of that old footbridge near the river yesterday. I stood there for ten minutes, just listening to the creaks and sighs. It wasn’t broken, but it was talking. I’ve spent years fixing bridges that groaned too loud. Now I wonder: what if we stopped trying to silence them? What if we just learned to hear what they’re saying?