What I Hear

It’s a beautiful fall day, nice crisp air and windy. As I begin my walk I first hear the zooms and the engines of the cars passing me in the street in both directions. Some cars have music playing from them, others I can hear phone conversations playing through the car speakers. As I am continuing to walk I hear leaf blowers and conversation between family and friends on the block.

 On a regular basis I walk fast, today was no different, so I heard my breath as I walked. I think a lot if, I’m listening to my surroundings or not. So, it was every hard not to listen to my own thoughts during this walk, but I prevailed. I heard my own footsteps against concrete and every so often the crunch of the leaves beneath my feet. I heard breeze the of wind, I heard the wind rustling the leaves on trees. I heard some small animal running through a plie of leaves. I past a restaurant with a tv outside, men were watching a football game. I heard the sports anchor narrating the game play by play. The men cheered and awed as the game continued. From afar I heard a jingle, like bells usually to me that means there’s a dog nearby. “bark, bark” it was high pitched, and continually annoying. I heard honking and trucks, chains and bells of bicyclists passing by. Cries and laughter of children. Doors opening and closing. And different people speaking different languages I could not understand. That’s what I heard.