Art by Paul Boecher©
I tried posting this yesterday with my husband’s art work, but for some reason had problems doing so. Trying again today.
I listen to the sounds –
the crashing of the large containers as they are transferred to waiting freight trains.
The rat- a- tat of the nail gun as a new roof is installed.
The gentle breeze wafting its way through the trees – tickling them as she passes.
The laughter of a young child – the angry groan of a car starting.
Birds chirping – doors slamming – the classical music emoting from the radio.
Distant sounds of traffic – an occasional jet flying overhead – the whir of a helicopter.
Sounds of the city – always motion – always life – sometimes confusion
And yet these sounds don’t agitate – they let you know the world is still alive.