Tuesday, July 09, 2013
the sounds of Quiet
I feel a cool breeze coming through my open bedroom window. It's quiet. Occasionally I hear a dog bark in the distance -
I can hear a jackhammer now - street maintenance on the country road which leads into my neighborhood. It comes and goes. The construction sounds remind me when I was a kid living in San Francisco - the sounds of a city are so different in the morning, than here, in semi-rural-America. Back then, I would hear the hustle and bustle - buses screeching to a stop, the clang of the streetcar. Then around 10am, it would be quiet (for a city) I also remember the aroma of roofing-tar - that to this day, when I smell it, it takes me back to summer in San Francisco - a pleasant memory. Sometimes at night, I can hear coyotes - you NEVER hear that in the city!
When I was a kid, living on the coast - I could hear fog-horns. The only fog horns I hear anymore are when I am watching a Giants baseball game when there is a home-run!
I guess I am into "sounds" and "smells". I appreciate QUIET. Because all too soon, the day will fully awaken to the sounds of everyday life.
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