Well the city is full of new noises. Not horrible, terrifying noises. I’m used to them all now. I was used to some before I even came here. The new noises aren’t bad, just new.
There’s no more heifers bellowing down the road. No more coon dogs bawling in the back yard. No more straight line winds whipping through old farm houses.
No its helicopters, sirens, and car engines. The heliport is right by my apartment and the noise from the helicopters is surprisingly soothing the sirens aren’t too bad because I’m not by a hospital or bad neighborhood. The car engines, well, those are a lot like the winds through a farmhouse, depending on horsepower.
The best noise? The train. Its right by the heliport. I’ve been used to that sound since I was born. It’s nice to know that it’s here in the city too.
Strange to think, but God provided comfort in the noise of a train. Also, that is not the first time He has. He did that in Vincennes too.
(I wrote this while I was trying to fall asleep on 12-29-10 at 11:12pm. I was loopy, and sleepy, and it was a long time ago. Sorry for the nutty-ness of it, but its how I was feeling then, so I figured it would be best to leave it as-is.)
Night. And wow, those cows are quieter tonight. Glad you are not a few blocks away where gunshots are at humans, not animals. Or family fights escalate to violence and you are dialing 911. Am glad your mornings are passing homeless sleeping under a bridge within view of a shelter as a reminder of helping others but also repecting their rights to where they bunk. And God is using you to teach cityfolk appreciation and understanding of those living in rural areas with more elbow room.
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