by Jose, Santa Clara
The sound of owls late at night while we were outside in the village, is music to my ears. It’s soothing to me. It’s very relaxing, the late- night crickets with the owls and cars passing by in the distance on the freeway.
I miss those days posting with the team. Most of us are locked up now and most of us are not coming home for a while. Out of my generation, about half of us are locked up. I think about those nights all the time.
One more sound that is music to my ears is the sound of me riding my bike late at night. The wind hitting my face. The wind making my face numb. Those days may not happen for a while but it’s alright. I know it won’t be forever.
I think about my family’s voices. My siblings, my parents and them telling me they love me. I think about that all the time.