He sits on the front porch, taking in the sounds of the neighbourhood.
In his rocker, with eyes closed, he swivels his head to take in any new sound that the world has to offer. He can hear a magpie’s song, the cry of other birds, and through the trees he hears the whistling of the wind. There is the buzz of an occasional fly, the drone of a highflying airliner, occasional voices from the street, the yapping of distant dogs and the jangle of wind chimes. He strains to hear the crackle of a backyard bonfire and the distant hum of vehicles.
He isn’t blind, he just enjoys listening.