I’m sitting here with my morning coffee, enjoying the breeze through the open window. With the breeze and fresh air come the sounds.
I can hear my neighbours call out greetings as they come and go. The sun is shining and it’s a beautiful day, the warmest yet I think.
The sirens are sounding, hard and long. Fire and ambulance? I fear it’s not a good day for someone, somewhere.
The whistle of a train sounds in the distance. I love the repetitive sound of it on the rails, though others may not agree if the tracks are close to their backdoor. I grew up near the airport and know what it’s like to miss bits of conversation or the voices on the television because a plane was taking off or landing.
The breeze is sounding in the brass wind chimes at my neighbour’s door.
Was that a chain saw? Maybe trimming trees that didn’t make it through these last storms unscathed or a proactive removal of dead limbs before the cold and freezing temperatures of another winter.
If it were Sunday, I would be listening to the music of the church bells. And if I was downtown I could hear the tower bell in the town hall signal the hour.
The sounds of life, after months of closed windows and bad weather keeping everyone inside and isolated. I say welcome...to all the sounds of spring.