Roundabout
This is a cute story about the roundabout near my home, where I pass by almost every day. This roundabout is filled with greenery and has a pool in the middle; I often find birds resting around this roundabout. One night, I had too many drinks, and I opened the car window tried to sober up, I heard the gentle croaking of frogs coming from the bushes around the roundabout. As the car drove away, the sound gradually faded. It’s been a long time since I heard frogs in the city — this roundabout feels like a small utopia hidden within the noise.