Noise

Monday evening, ten till nine.

Outside my window I hear a clanking, and I can't decide if it's the sound of cutlery against plates or a metal baseball bat in the courtyard.

Cars whizz by.  In the distance a voice echos, though I can't understand what's being said.  There are sounds from an airplane up above, a girl laughing huskily, and Hubby's shamrock Guinness clock ticking steadily behind me.  A car door slams.  Someone outside belches.

I listen to sirens, a horn beeping, and a cell phone conversation in a language I can't quite decipher.  There are three loud, resounding booms that I'm hoping are fireworks.  A garbage can is slowly being dragged to the curb. 

Somehow I know I'll miss New york.

Comments

[Sister]

We have all that stuff in Boston, too. Plus, me and Lukey!