Sound Walk

I have decided to begin this little journey at the entrance of the hunter college west building, my destination being central park.  I begin walking down 67th street trying to clear my mind to better tune myself to the sounds of the city around me.  I first hear the usual cars, buses, and occasional people talking as I walk.  It's cold today, and both the sound and the bite of the wind is making sure I know it.  As I get closer to my destination, I find that the loudest and most difficult sound to cancel out is my own inner monologue, keeping one's mind blank is harder to do than at first you may think.  Eventually I arrive at the park, and begin moving farther away from the noises of the streets.  Soon, the sound of birds and fellow walkers begin to fill my ears.  As I walk deeper into the park, the sounds of the cars and buses become quieter until they eventually become just a whisper, save for the occasional honking or siren that breaks the air.  As I walk, something else begins to happen, it feels as if the random thoughts in my head become quieter as well and are now forming the narrative that you are reading now.   Even the wind seems more gentle as I sit on this rock writing.  I feel that this place holds a type of duality between nature and the modern.  The sounds of both the park and the city surround me at the same time, yet I know that the confines of this park do not nearly match the entirety of the city itself.  So now I will leave this place and its peaceful sounds and atmosphere, to walk back to the university, where the chaotic sounds wait to greet me again.