South Ozone Soundwalk
The air is crisp, wind stinging my face with cold as it drives by. I close my eyes as a walk down the block, attempting to focus on the sounds around me. The purr of an engine catches my ear as a car flies down the road. I don't know much about cars. I can tell the bus went by since it sounds heavier. The doors open about a block away, wheezing open and closed again as it continues its journey to the airport. At this point I've reached the park and i sit down on the swings. The creaking of metal is a sound I've become familiar with, more so in recent years as I've gotten heavier and the chain links screech until i reach full momentum. It's easy after years of swinging to close my eyes and immerse myself in the world around me without paying much attention to my speed and height. The first thing I hear is two women walking by me, I assume they find a bench since i don't hear the slow grind of the swing chains anywhere else. They speak to each other in a language ...