A Walk to the Car: Sound Observation

Moving away from the Pride celebration, the loud music slowly becomes a mild thump until it completely disappears. My sandals flip and flop on the sidewalk, louder to me because of their proximity. They occasionally make a low pitch scuff when scraping the pavement. When the breeze rolls by the leaves on road lightly scratch its surface, and the bushes briefly rustle as they shake. Cars zoom by, loud and fast. A block away people are outside talking. To me it is quiet and indistinct, a soft, low, mumble. Some voices deep and others lighter. I walk past a water fountain and the consistent flow of the water reminds me of the sounds people play to make someone pee. (That's it, it just sounds like someone peeing in to a toilet at a slower, more relaxed pace.) It's only loud when standing right next to it. In the parking lot, a car pulls in; the rubber tires crunch over the rocks and roughly glide over the pavement.