This city is a symphony

As I walked home from the library, the soft scuffle of gravel underfoot went crshhh, crshhh, crshhh. At the next corner, a man shuffling up the sidewalk with a slight limp, favoring his right side, layered on shhhhhhh–tck, shhhhhhh–tck. The wind overhead, seeping and flowing through the grid of buildings, fffoooooooooshhhh, a soft ethereal melody underneath the beat. A howling child accompanied by mom passed by across the street, ahhheeeeeeeyeeaaaa, a backing vocal.

The music of casual living, spontaneous and unexpected. We are the lyrics, living out the verse. Smile at the sweet refrain.