Cars come and go on the FDR Drive in the
distance. Cars whiz by on the streets of
New York. Some cars use their horns. People walk by. Their footsteps make
noise. Joggers’ footsteps make the most noise. Women going into their purses
occasionally omit sound. Jackets and clothes wrinkle as people walk. Some zip
or unzip their jackets. Some chat on the
phone and some chat with those walking with them. One woman talks on the phone
to someone about yoga. Another man and woman are talking to each other and the
one semi audible sentence has the word “vaguely” in it. There is a fruit stand where many people go
and they exchange words with the owner that I can faintly hear. Underground
beneath me is the 96th street 6 train station. The subway approaches
and leaves and its doors open and close. The loud speaker announcing of the
times, the arrival of trains and the leaving of said trains is loud. Dogs are
walked and they bark sometimes. Some people cough and sneeze, a sign of the
wintery weather. My phone buzzes twice. A
young man asks me if I have a lighter. A group of old women asks me for directions
to get to a restaurant, they laugh a lot. An apartment building’s doorman
greets and makes small talk with all of the occupants upon approaching the
building. Taxi doors open and close loudly. Some taxi drivers and their
customers have loud exchanges. Walking back to my building, a man is heralding
for NY Metro.
