What I Hear

I walked along Shore Road in Brooklyn.

As I walked I heard the wind rustle tree leaves.

Cars zoom by as traffic lights there are pretty smooth and you can hear their rubber tires squeeze against the ground as the cars tug along.

Once in a while, there's a person walking their dog.

You would hear the rattle of the leash as the dog tries to pull their owner or vice versa.

You can hear the panting of the dog and the thumping of the person's footsteps.

Soon enough I pass Fort Hamilton High School.

As it was in the middle of the day, the kids aren't out yet, however I can hear people running the track.

I can hear their gym teacher trying to motivate them.

As I past Fort Hamilton, there's a public playground there.

I don't hear the laughter of kids but instead silence.
Nobody was at the playground this time of day.

Whenever i arrive at intersections, I would stand near the pole holding up the lights.

I can hear the machinery inside. I hear the circuit fill with electricity as the light changes.

The whole time I was on this walk, the rustling of leaves filled the background.

As well as the shuffle of my own feet with the pavement and dirt.

These sounds were expected from this neighborhood.

I chose to walk here to try to forget about the constant bustling noises from the city.