receive and transmit

i live in what is, by definition, a small town. but it is, despite appearances, a town. we have a main street. we have two sets of traffic lights and, if i’m not mistaken, two pedestrian crossing light-up signs as well. the grocery store is open twenty four hours a day (which actually merits and entire aside), the movie store has a foreign film selection, and it’s possible to get a more than decent bottle of wine at the liquor store.

perhaps all of this contributes to the reason why i find hearing lowing cows clearly echoing across the frost-hard ground as i walk home terribly amusing, yet not at all out of place.