Sounds of the city
I love living in the city. I love walking everywhere I go (some of the time). I love the familiar sounds I hear while walking down the sidewalk in the city. This afternoon on my way to class I heard the whizzing of cars as they went past, the honk of horns, the clack-durra-durra-clack of a skateboard, the yells of school children chasing each other on a playground, a dog barking, birds chirping, the hammering and sawing of contruction on a storefront that is being remodeled, the ringing of a cell phone, the clinkety, clinkety, crraaaank-click of coins being put in a parking meter, the heavy bass of music over a car stereo, notes of jazz floating down from above as a saxophonist practiced near an open window, the lyric half-rapping, half-talking of some students from Hughes High School as they stood on the corner, and a conversation in an unrecognizable foreign language.
This is my neighborhood.
