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05 July 2005
Cicada Sounds! This is what I'm hearing outside right now. The sound of summer in Kansas. What are you hearing?
I'm hearing cicadas too. Love that sound - it's just beautiful. And my dog is sleeping near me, he's belly up against a wall, and he keeps running in his sleep (chasing cats, no doubt), and his nails (claws?) are scratching the wall, and giving me chills.
I have Blow Out (the tv show) on in the background, too. I have a crush on Jonathan.
Bar on the corner, bar next to that one, bar across the street from that one... etc. (I live in the Allentown area, for those familiar with downtown Buffalo)
Someone shooting off leftover fireworks.
Ministry's "Everyday is Halloween" from my computer.
fan sounds. this one is scanning the room, looking for me. slowly, its head twists left, then right. patiently, it waits for me to succumb to sleep. then it will inflict fan death.
It's around 7:30 a.m. here; I'm hearing the swallows outside (they're hunting breakfast... and soon to disappear, until twilight when they come out for dinner), the fan in my room, pigeons, faint traffic (I'm in the middle of the city, but bounded by two pedestrian squares, so it's way sweet!). One earlybird shopkeeper is putting his goods out (wicker baskets, hammocks, small furnishings. In the evening I will hear the musicians playing outside at the tavernas behind my house; I get a live serenade every night.
Late here. Very quite except for the rumble of the ambulance just down the street around the corner. Not a nice thing. My cats are looking at me from the porch so I will go in and rub some tummies. That is, as Martha says, a good thing. It will not be long till the birds come by and feed from the feeder or the flowers in the yard. The kitties will watch and the city will wake.
anastasiav, it sounds great because I'm content with it, and I'm also a person who naturally tends to focus on what makes me happy instead of what saddens or frustrates me. Career opportunities for me here are abysmal, and money is tight-tight-tight, and there are many things I miss (and many I don't!) from the U.S., and of course the Greek government has its own problems that can't be overlooked. So, it's not idyllic, but I've had a lot of experiences in life, and for me, now, I am happy with this one. If I had been raised here and never left, I would resent the lack of opportunity, and I would have to leave and come back to appreciate the other compensations.
It's cool and damp here after a long hot holiday weekend, so it's uncommonly quiet. Just the occasional car or MUNI shhshhing by on the street below and FourTet on the speakers. While I generally revel in the energy of the Mission, I do also cherish the pockets of calm that take place from time to time. Tonight the fog is especially thick, billowing past the streetlights in such a way that it could just as easily be snow. It's hard not to respond with a certain reverent gratitude.
Last call is just a few minutes away and there's a chance for a final hurrah (the 24 hour pizza joint across the street is a favorite drunk thirty stop), but even that should be brief at best. I have a feeling that the city sleeps tonight.
Now I'm at work, and I hear the faint hum of the cpu tower next to me, and a slight, faraway drone of the air conditioner, and the sound of paper being torn as the woman in the office next to mine pulls uncanceled stamps off of envelopes to save. I need some music.
Sparrows chirping, ducks quacking, crows cawing, cat (Oliver) "chirping" at the crows, the fan in my computer, the clickety-clack of my fingers on my keyboard, drone of an airplane.
And I'm with puke & cry. Hate, hate, hate cicadas. The constant drone in Houston 'bout drove me bat-shit insane.
I hear my own hands spreading over naked curves. I hear soft moans and staggered uptakes of breath. I hear my name called by sweet lips. My neck hair stands on end as whispers' winds fill my ear with noise.
I hear panting, and release. Release again, and then together.
I hear the curtain pull's arhythmical clanking as the breeze dries our sweat and our breathing slows. I hear sleep approach, and we kiss.
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