Splendid! Coincidentally, someone’s mowing their lawn outside. Not quite the same whirring but added a new dimension.
The strange thing is now I realise how old I am by the disappearance of the banal. I will never again hear the sound of a push-mower.
Thank you. I think it’s no so much phenomenal as phenomenological, though…
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