urban sounds

it used to be that the animals, sun and the wind served as clocks... a long time ago, a time i didn't live. bt from what we see in the movies or read in old books, people used to tell time on a farm by the position of the sun- lunch time or supper...

the cock would ring out his bells as soon as the sun came up and that meant the beginning of the day.high noon very hot sun, that is when they'd go inside for lunch and a break from the sun.

many years away from the peaceful awakening the farmers used to have, i can now tell time by the urban sounds uttered outside my window... 5.30 am a motorcycle hums loudly outside and a faint whistle annoyingly pierce the quiet barrier. soon after u can hear the buses a block away, when the steal dark night ruled there were no motors but now, after the whistle there is one every 10 minutes and in less than 40 minutes it will be rush hour so there will be 10 buses to a minute. mid day/ high noon and the cars outside the school play loud rap/ brazilian funk to tell me that is time for lunch, and at supper time there is no supper, however there is a 120 km traffic backing up the highways, as the sun goes down the horns go higher, almost as if everyone is just plain yelling in the congested bumper to bumper traffic i hear 2 blocks away on the big avenue.

by 10 pm the traffic cools off and buses die down, you can hear hurried footsteps and the last noise before bed is usually the garbage truck with the clunks and clinks cleaning out our busy day.

call me old fashioned, bt id give jst about anything to get back the cock-a-doodle-dos of an early morning!!!!!