Today I experienced a miracle. I was walking down the hill towards campus when a truck drove by. And then another. And another. Common scene in Houghton Mi (we’re known for record snowfalls and lots of hills. Trucks come in handy here). I had the usual reaction- disgust at the noise and the smells associated with city living. But all of a sudden, I started noticing the differences in the noises that the various vehicles were making. The squeak of breaks, the crunch of an axle going over a bump, the whoosh sound wheels make going over the sections in the highway. After I crossed the highway, I paid attention to all the other individual sounds in my presence. Boots scuffling, heels clicking, pants whishing, leaves rustling, and voices everywhere.
And I saw the beauty in sounds. The pure miracle of our ability to make and perceive different sounds. And suddenly, the city life I usually detest wasn’t quite as unbearable. I found beauty in it. In sounds.
*I should mention- the only reason I detest the city is because it is loud, noisy, and STINKS! Reasons I love city living- places to go! And people, I love people! Oh, and Houghton isn’t really a ‘city’, it’s more of a pseudo-city. Or a city wanna-be. It’s on;y a city by default as it is one of two universities in the Upper Peninsula.