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The clicking of summer offices...
I'm about to head home, but I just had to share this strange Zen moment I just had in which I was completely aware of the sounds of clicking mice in a full 360-degree perimeter of my cubicle.
None of the noisier interrupting keyboard noises, just the gentle clicking of mice like a chorus of laconic crickets.
Or an incredibly slow summer rain shower, droplets falling one by one on tiny sheets of plastic.
Hey, that could be haiku:
summer rain shower droplets falling one by one— mice gently clicking
Yes, it is definitely time I went home.