Sound walk

Everyday I walk through Central Park, it allows me to unwind and clear my mind from the noise of the busy NYC streets. As I enter the park the sounds of the streets are still fresh in my mind and heard loud and clear. I hear children swinging on swings, giggling, and yelling to one another. I hear bikes speeding by as I make my way further into the park. Once I make my way through the Castle and into the trails I hear less speech and noise and more of the natural sounds of birds and rustling of leaves. I hear shoes crushing the wet pavement from the melted snow. As I walk past the lake I hear ducks bobbing in the water and the birds chirping. Some chirps are longer than others. One of the chirps sounds like an echo.   

At this point the city noise has been forgotten and can barely be heard until I once again reach an area full of tourists taking pictures. I hear skateboards hitting the paved floor once, twice, again and again. People are speaking different languages that I can not understand and laughing. I can hear a motor like sound of the food truck I walk by. It is loud and stands out in the natural sounds of the park and the speech. The wind blows across my face and past my ears whispering "woosh."

As I walk to the East side of the park, the faded sounds of honking and screeching return and slowly get louder. I hear the local bus's motor come towards me and fade away as the bus zooms by. The screeches of cars stopping fill my head and break the calm mind I obtained in the park.