Static whispers beneath the morning sun

I spent my lunch break fixing the old radio in the corner of our living room—it’s a relic, barely holding on.
As I turned it on, crackling sounds filled the air, like echoes from another era.
It reminded me of simpler times when my dad and I shared stories over music.
Even though technology keeps moving forward, those small moments keep memories alive in this busy life.
Sometimes, it’s the little things that anchor us amidst all chaos.