We kinda live beside / on top of a street.
The ground at the side of the house is at a 75 degree angle. And the street is just beside that. If you were going too fast and/or lost control of your car, you could easily jump the curb, and smash into our house.
Sometimes, late at night, when the cars and trucks are loudest, I listen until they pass. Until it’s safe.
I’m happy the kids are sleeping on the other side of the house.
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Sometimes I also watch planes until they’re safely on their way.
There's a metaphor there, for all of us. I like it. x