The places in this city where you don’t constantly hear the roar of traffic in the distance are few and far between. I initially thought to try out a place where there would be little to no sound pollution from said source, but then it occurred to me, as a flaneur, one must be one with the city and all its glory. The bridge along the canal would do nicely. A couple blocks away from the closest busy street would let me receive a happy medium between both.

Clicking, it’s there one second, then it’s gone. Sometimes it rings, with the clicks, sometimes metal crunches. These help me distinguish the clicking from the tapping all around. A light wind today, picks up every once in a while. The trees shed their approval. What is shed is avoided, but sometimes it is unavoidable, and two quick cracks indicate the tires have come and gone, and what has been shed has become more.

Thunder lasts long, but it doesn’t last this long. It also doesn’t get louder and louder. I hear nothing but thunder, then the helicopter lands. Then it takes off, and I hear nothing but thunder. One would be surprised at how stormy the weather could be when there are no clouds. Warm sun light talks to my back, but my ears can’t hear, they are busy anyways. High pitched , low pitched, high pitched, high pitched. They seem to be on opposite sides of my head when they enter, even though I’m looking at this family in front of me. The high pitch lingers on one occasion, the it runs away at the speed of a bullet and finishes its cry out on the street. Maybe those cars like each other, the male car makes a loud high pitched noise to impress the female car, it responds with a flash of the lights and a middle finger. They will mate and create a smart car. As will the birds; flying smart cars.