When we were told to go to a place in an outdoors setting away from human noise for our sound observation I immediately thought of this dirt (and part sand) trail behind my old apartment complex, behind Target off Market that I used to go running around.
After walking a solid ten minutes into the trail in the humid early evening, I began to change my perspective on this place of seclusion. When focusing on sound alone, I realized I could still hear the distant whizzing of cars off of Martin Luther King Jr. Parkway. The cars sounded like a lull because of the distance and I could understand after thinking about it for a second, how I probably never noticed it while running here on past occasions. Cicadas buzzing, the eerie rhythm seems to try to compete with the traffic. Wind brushed lightly through the leaves, and suddenly a roaring of plane ripping through the atmosphere above interrupted the delicate sweeps. After some uneventful minutes, after only hearing my wheezing breath from the signs of an early cold coming on, a crow or some similar bird squawked and spooked me. I took that as a warning and decided to leave.
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