I count on the cold for quiet.

The tea timer is ringing. A fly is buzzing inside against the glass. Stereos are booming outside because the temperature is climbing up to 70 today. Warm means wild in this neighborhood.

It's trash collection day and I hear the robotic arm snag my brown plastic bin and flip it over tossing the contents into the trucks belly. 

Tomorrow the temperature will drop 20 degrees. I count on the cold for quiet.