The sound of Jazz music, smacked with flavor, rises from a passing car.
Rythmic repetitive tapping of mice chewing something inside a nearby bathroom wall.
The slightly too loud bass voice of a man on the television seeps up the stairs from below to blend with a couple arguing down the street.
The double beat of a car alarm sounds off outside in contrasting time to the chirping of crickets.
The horn of an approaching train harmonizes softly with itself, and then mixes with the others... All reverberating in layers.
This is the song of the city.
The song of the city rises.
The song of the city rings.
Nov 9, 2018 Tree Pruitt