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A quiet street in Kashiwa, Japan. A September night in 2016. Crickets fill the dark — several kinds, layered and uneven, some sharp, some soft, a small chorus held together by the warmth still rising from the pavement. Far off, a car passes on a wider road, its hum swelling and thinning into nothing. The crickets return to themselves. A bicycle drifts by, unseen. Somewhere a window is open. The night breathes, and keeps breathing.

Kashiwa at night rutgermuller

Tree-lined Amsterdam canal at dusk, houseboats moored along the bank

Amsterdam canal dutchwaters

Yellow Lisbon tram navigating a narrow cobblestone street lined with tiled buildings

Lisbon tram iberiasound

Bustling covered market with rows of food stalls, lanterns overhead, daytime crowds

Seoul market koreafield

Moonstone Beach, California. A late afternoon in winter, the light low and silvered over the water. Waves arrive in long, unhurried rolls, breaking somewhere out beyond the shore and then drawing in close, hissing across the smooth pebbles as they retreat — a sound like rain falling in reverse, like something being slowly unspooled. Gulls call overhead, sharp and far, their cries scattered by the wind. Cormorants pass low over the surf without a sound. A gust rises, rattling the dry grasses on the bluff, then settles. The pebbles shift and click beneath each receding wave, a thousand small stones turning over and over. Somewhere down the beach, a dog barks once. The ocean breathes in, breathes out, and keeps on breathing, indifferent and steady, into the dimming afternoon.

Moonstone beach, California TomDoerr

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