There are moments when each sense is tuned to perfection, pin-drop sharpness. Every ting calls a frequency that is ready to integrate itself into your neuronal circuitry. A sharpness characteristic of electrically charged clouds that cause atoms to burst upon collision with one another. In these moments you hear every conversation and can tune yourself into every breath inside this waiting room. Everything is so perfectly defined that you have a difficult time distinguishing line from line. Each breath is made of the sound of waves crashing perfectly imperfectly onto the rock holding up the coast.