Sounds

As I sit on my patio in the heart of the East Village I listen to this city. I hear rustling of some sort coming from someplace nearby and it’s bugging the hell out of me that I can’t figure out where or what it is. I hear some school kids from the school next to me. I have no idea the specificity of their conversation all I know is that one is taking place. The wind is strong today a soft roar that becomes ambient background noise. That one action and sound creates many others. A breeze creates a ripple effect. The leaf skating across the ground, that damn rustling from nowhere all occurs because of the roar of the wind. Of course I hear the cars you will always hear the cars. The motors, the honking, sometimes the tires screeching as somebody puts on the brakes a bit too late. It snowed earlier today and I pondered if snow has a sound. Rain, hail, wind they all have distinct sounds but what of snow? Is it silent or just incredibly quiet? I can hear the kids in the apartment above playing loudly; when you’re so young that’s the only way you know how to play. It is cloudy today but the sun keeps trying to come out; it paints the buildings in a yellow light before the clouds come back to smother it. Light does not have an audible imprint but it should. My doorman just walked into the neighboring courtyard to have a smoke, the pitter patter of his feet, the tired yawn you let off during a break, I hear it all and it crafts a story. Sounds give actions a needed gravitas and I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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