Sep 22, 2022
4 min read
Symphony of a City: An Aural Landscape
The thumps come at 4:30 each morning. Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum. I count the bumps, 12 of them, one for each step as my neighbor Bridget wheels her oversized handcart from her second floor apartment to the courtyard below. From there, she rolls the cart to the rear alley garage prepping for another day as a paralegal. The heavy rusted gate slams shut with a thunderous clank and once again I’m awake, ready for a new day.
