In the evening glow, I sit at my desk, My thoughts drift gently, like a leaf upon a stream. Hearing voices through airwaves, clear and keen, I tune the dials and listen to the call of history unseen. I trace the paths of distant signals, foreign yet so familiar. How peculiar, each is a lifeline, a story told in waves of time. In moments of connection, we bridge the gaps, Building camaraderie, and community, perhaps. As stars twinkle in the night’s embrace, We share our stories, and find our place. Every signal, a heartbeat that we send, Across the air’s expanse, we always find a friend.