Often I lay in bed and just listen to the world in motion out side my window and apartment. I listen intently imagining my ears traveling to the vastitude of the city’s limits.

This is what I hear.

- The tolling bells of the St. John the Divine
- The chirps of the birds
- The hooos of a morning doves
- The call of the peacocks
- The crows of crows
- The bark of dogs
- The whistle of a trains
- The roar from an Airplanes
- The chop of a Helicopters
- The engines of trucks that execrate and the boom they make going over a steal construction plate
- The sirens of the police cars and ambulances
- The hiss of a leaf blower and the scrape of a snow shovel
- The groan of the oil trucks refueling the furnaces
- The growl of the garbage trucks devouring the rubbish
- The gusts of wind
- The patter of raindrops
- The crack of thunder
- The neighbor’s front door that squeaks and slams
- The neighbor’s running water in their bathroom
- The hum and whirl of the elevator engine
- The hiss and clank of the building heaters
- The chatter of men at work and the scratch and beep of the their walky-talkies
- The beep of the intercom and the buzz from the door for visitors to enter
- The “hallelujah” from a man on broadway
- The babble of people that walk by and through the building court yard.
- The “I love you” a woman who calls up to her mother every time she leaves the building