Sirens

When I lived in New York City I would hear sirens from ambulances, firetrucks, and police cars all day and night. Those sounds are the pulse of the city along with squeaky car brakes and the clanking of subway cars beneath your feet.

Most people think it would be hard to sleep with all of that going on; that it would drive you crazy not having a moment of silence. Thinking back, those sounds were somewhat relaxing for me. It mean that there was always something going on and that I wasn’t the only busy person, that something good, bad, or indifferent could be happening to any number of people at any moment.

What’s weird is, now that I live in Oswego I don’t hear those noises that often. It makes me feel disconnected from what’s going on around me. You can’t always see what’s going on, but even if something is happening a few blocks over there’s a chance you might hear it.

One day I’ll live somewhere I can hear those sounds again and feel connected. For now, I’ll try to connect better with what I have.

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