the storm window being blown between the frame and the real window
but mine did not
The pages shuffled as I turned them in my book
but yours did not
The wind chime outside our neighbors back door made a little noise
but the owl in our tree, that most nights hoots and hoots
Every once in a while there's a deep hollow thump from some duct in the basement, or maybe it's the fuel barrel becoming more empty.
But the dogs from over a block and up the street haven't made a sound.
Once in a while I notice your breathing calmly and evenly.
And there's that wind chime again.