Trees are the earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven ~ Ravindranath Tagore
*Crickets; the coo-coo of a mourning dove; Spanish language; a car starting...another, stopping at a stop sign...
*Cicada...
*the rustle of the paper I hold in my hand...
*A siren in the distance - perhaps an ambulance, fire engine, police...
* A helicopter overhead - after all, this is the city...
*My feet shuffling on the sidewalk. I think aloud : “Pick them up, Honore´”...
*Zero Metrorail sounds - track work affects/closed four stops; one is just six blocks from home and all is silent...
*Birds chirping, tweeting; a crow: Caw! Caw!...
*Audio message from my walking app letting me know I’ve clocked a mile...
*Buzz of a an electric saw and the roar of a Go2 car as it starts up from having stopped at a stop sign; funny car - seats only 2...
*Children’s laughter, playing inside their house - the window’s open even tho’ the room AC is going, madly...
*Cicadas are more pronounced as I stop to take a photo of the trees and the sky...
*Traffic noises are louder as I approach Rhode Island Avenue ...still a bit o’ rush-hour left...
I arrive home:
*the clack of the gate as I open it; keys jingle as I reach in my pocket to remove them...
*the beep of the alarm being disarmed; the key in the lock and as I open the door:
*Norman saying “Hello! Hello!” “Just me!” I respond.
*The AC is running - another hot one on tap! Good to be home and inside the cool!
Cheers~