As I walk along the sidewalk, the breeze brushes past me and seems to whisper a greeting. My shoes make a rhythmic tapping and scraping as I make my way through. The trees, waving lightly back and forth, make a ruffling sound, and the birds inhabiting there whistle to each other. Their sweet chirp is light, but it can be heard because there is no automotive traffic.
Walking past the birds, I pass underneath some train tracks and hear signs that a train is approaching. I first hear the rapid footsteps of heels clicking as a woman runs to make it to the platform on time, and then I hear a loud alarm beep signaling the incoming train. Slowly the roar of the train rushing in grows louder and then slows. After a moment you hear a faint: "Stand clear of the closing doors please" and then again, the roaring of the train grows louder, then fades away.
I walk past a park, and as it is a pleasant day out, there are several children there with their families. Some children are screaming excitedly, running around a squeaky swing-set.Their laughter is loud and sudden, bursts of joy that they could not contain. A young child is crying, wailing loudly as her mother gets her off a swing. The park is located at the end but still under the train station, and incoming trains can still be heard from the park.
The trains often serve as background noise to the neighborhood's hustle and bustle. As time passes, traffic will pick up again sirens and honks will be all you can hear.
