They say you can make it if you try

Positively a sound for sore ears, this familiar voice tinkling in my ear like bells ringing out to remind a lonely town that there is still joy to be felt in our chests, however heavy they may be. And there is reassurance and solace, and a strange feeling of home... all within a measly 44 100 Hz. Why is that?

Freedom is near — so near I can taste it — and all this waiting may at long last live up to its claim of being worth it. Rendezvous rates with my keyboard, now few and far between, may finally be given the opportunity evolve into numerous and closer together once again. I, for one, hope so... as love affairs with inanimate objects go, this particular variety does happen to be one of my favorites, dearly missed over the past two months.