I have been staying on Staten Island, New york.
It's noisy here even in the quiet.
I live in Florida on 1.2 acres and it is quiet....absolutely silent and still....
except at night when the frogs come out and you can hear the alligators mating call.
New York.
I grew up here on Long Island. Water everywhere. The sound of the rushing waters but Staten Island is different even from there.
At all times there is noise.
The sound of a bouncing ball, the reverberating clang of the hammer from the man putting in his fence, the woman next door yelling at her grandchildren and a cacaphony of sound from the other voices of the row of houses, the neighbors across the street gossiping, the aboveground pool filters humming, the cars speeding by, the landscapers mowing lawns anytime of the day, the Icecream Truck's melody calling out to the children to come and buy there favorite flavor, the birds singing but drowned by the buzz of the planes overhead.
It is noisy. There is a constant hum and buzz.
I feel the energy that is expended here. It is constant. Atoms working in a frenzy. It is not like that in Florida atleast not where I live. It is quiet and peaceful.
I miss that.
You know Cynthia I also strongly miss my hometown where I grew up. There is a strange bond which we form with the place don't you think? Just the sights, smell, noises. When I enter the roads of the city which has changed quite a lot since the time I left I still find so many familiar sights. It feels like a true homecoming.
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