Piano music to my ears.
The voice and words of a loved one. You don't realize it too often when you keep hearing them speak constantly, without any major breaks. But when you can't hear their voice, the softness in it, you start longing for it. A month without a particular voice tears me down bit by bit and carves my throat from the inside. Addiction, I suppose. Yet, even though I miss that voice, those sounds, it doesn't make me sad. Only eager, I think.
.indoor swimming at the space station.