Frost & Toast
Toast
Hey Frost, have you ever noticed how the steady drip of a kettle over a rain‑slick window can feel like a tiny drum beat, kind of a backdrop for a mellow tune?
Frost
I see the drip as a quiet metronome, a gentle rhythm that draws attention to the moment. It’s almost like a private concert played only for those who notice the small sounds around them.
Toast
Yeah, the drip’s like a quiet metronome, almost a secret soundtrack for the day, just for the ears that pause to listen.
Frost
Exactly, it’s the quiet echo that paints the day in quiet strokes.