Someone playing a trumpet! For a few brief and wonderful moments, I actually thought I was in Berlin listening to our regular musical visitors. Then the very un-Berlinish crosswalk signal down the street began beeping and I remembered that we’re now back in the US where we rarely hear music on the street. It’s likely that the unseen trumpet player is a busker down in front of the Metro station a few blocks away, but that doesn’t really matter to me. I’m okay with letting a little musical mystery back into my life…
A rather angry squirrel barking at some unseen threat.
Overgrown tree branches scraping against the window of an apartment in the building across the street.
An extended set of really, REALLY loud male sneezes.
The local high school’s marching band practicing its halftime show out on the football field a few blocks away.
A spirited, high-volume rendition of the Rocky theme by a twenty-something guy running down the block. Continue reading