Forest Hills Gardens
As I walk into the secluded and serene neighborhood on a Sunday afternoon, I can easily distinguish the sounds. The sounds are separated into two worlds and completely opposite of each other. One side sets behind the Long Island Rail Road station and one side in front of it. As I take my stroll into the neighborhood, I hear a train past by behind me. The speed of LIRR trains on the smooth tracks produce a lighter and more appealing sound than the sound of MTA subway. The train stops for half a minute at the station then runs again on a timely schedule. I hear a lousy horn sound suddenly as it begins to exit the station. That sure broke the serenity. As I take more steps into the neighborhood, the keynotes appear as the sound of wind blowing.
The sound signals appear as I step on melted puddles on the sidewalks. My boots already make clacking sounds as I land each step and hit the concrete. They landed on water and created a splashing sound. Several cars drove by smoothly. Not many residents drive around so there's close to no traffic. A lady with her baby terrier walk toward me and the dog barked a few times. Then more residents also brought their pets out. I made a few turns now and stopped by a church. I figured since it was late afternoon that I don't hear sounds from inside.
I hear several doors creak. Mind that the houses somewhat all look like medieval mansions here. Even the doors to their outdoor gardens are fascinating. A few residents came out to take strolls or going outside to run some errands. Their footsteps were quiet. I left the neighborhood and Austin Street is in front of me. Then all the sounds of cars in traffic, busy restaurants preparing for dinner, people chatting on the street appeared.
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