What I Hear

Ozone Park, New York, for the most part is a quite and peaceful area. At least my neighborhood is. Its feels nice to walk alone without any distractions and just listen to the sounds the atmosphere has to offer. The only train in 80th street/ Hudson Street is the A, which runs above ground. Although it is rated as one of the worst trains, its thundering roars never fail to catch me by surprise when least expected. It’s defiantly something one gets used to and learns to ignore after living in the area for a while but never the less it can creep up on you. With this bipolar extended winter weather, the whistling of the wind seems to play its own melody sometimes in harmony with flocking of wings of random birds. The familiar sound of passing cars becomes more apparent; it’s as if the cars are racing against time or perhaps even me, as I was able to hear my own footsteps. The rustling of grocery bags as a couple getting out of Associated chit chatted the short distance to their car before opening the trunk to create more buzz as they handled the bags. The occasional catcalls coming from a group of men sitting in front of a barbershop comes as a wake up call, pulling my drifted mind back into reality. These men have always made me wonder what is it that they actually do; I always see them sitting out there during the day regardless of the weather. To end it all was the fumbling of keys as I struggled to take them out of my pocket and put it in the doorknob only to find the door was already open.

Define a Space- WhAt dO YoU sEe??

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