Post 2- What I hear

                      FALL is my favorite time of the year.  I enjoy pretty much all the newness that it brings.  The colors of the leaves, and the crisp air that it brings.  So being that this is my favorite time of the year, wherever possible, I enjoy taking an afternoon stroll around the park.  It was a Tuesday
afternoon and the weather was a bit colder than usual for this time of the year.  I took a walk in the park in my neighborhood and for the first time ever I really listened to the environment around me.  As I walked around this beautiful park the wind whipped past my ears while the leaves rustled against the ground.  With every step, I witnessed the crunching of the leaves under my feet.  The noise of the little kids playing was very loud and quite overwhelming.  While they freely played and enjoyed this crisp chilly afternoon, that presented the sound of being a kid, what being a kid should always sound like, the sound of freedom.  I heard voices talking around me, some loud, and sound in the distance.  I never really payed attention to that degree.  But I could hear my breath mixed with the wind, along with everyone else around, and it was so enlightening.  I must admit, I appreciated the sound walk project because it caused me to listen and appreciate the sound around me and pay attention and appreciate the sounds around me.