Forest Sounds

Last night after finishing the journal entry, I tried to go to sleep but to no avail. It was quiet enough that I could hear the rumble of the cars on the Interstate which is about six or seven blocks to the east. At some time in the past, I began to think of the noise as industrial surf. For it is never constant or consistent, but it does seem to ebb and flow with wave-like regularity.

It is also not unusual to be able to hear train noises from the west. There is a single track that transverses the city and may run from Chicago to New Orleans. But these noises are sudden and sharp, nothing like the low murmur of tires on cement. And I think more of ship horns than locomotive signals.

After 30 minutes or so, I resorted to one of those over-the-counter-non-aspirin-pm-drugs. And around 2 or so, I must have gone to sleep.

Well, there was supposed to be a lot more of this. But I'm too tired to continue.

PAX!