The Sounds of the City

Last week, I took a slow walk down 68th street. During my walk, for starters, I could hear the clinging of the zippers on my leather jacket. As I walked by a food truck, I could hear the sizzling of the food on the stove. I could hear the swishes of the blade of the knife that the cook was using to stir the food and also chop up other ingredients for the dish he was making. I could hear him speaking to the other cooks in another language that I could not comprehend. I heard other people having separate conversations around me. I could hear the leaves of the trees rustling as the winds blew throw them. 

 I could hear women walking in their heels and boots as they walked down the street or the sidewalk. I could hear traffic from all directions. As I was nearer to the traffic, I could hear the engines of the cars humming. The beeps were louder. As the cars moved away from me, I could hear the sound of the engines get further and further away until I can no longer hear them. I heard an ambulance coming down a street from a distance. As it got closer to my location, the blaring of the sirens increased or the pitch was higher and as it moved away, the pitch became lower. When I walked near the subway station, I could hear the footsteps of the people walking or running up/down the stairs.