I really didn't care much for high school, but last night while waiting for Mr. T to finish basketball practice I got a little nostalgic for those days. There's something hopeful about the steady beat of a basketball on the gym floor, the echo down the hallway, the sharp squeak of shoes. And that faint aroma of rubber. I'm not a fan of the NBA, but I smiled last night while I absorbed the smell and sound of basketball in a local gym.
I also like the whirring sound of bike tires and the click of the gears. Static--that bit of static before a song on vinyl records. The crack of a ball hitting the sweet spot on a bat. The slap of a screen door. Kids giggling. Water gurgling, pouring, rushing, dropping, splashing, running, crashing. Birds singing. The sweeping rush of geese passing overhead in the sky while leaves rustle by my feet. And I confess to liking the sound of snow crunching beneath my boots.
Spill it, reader. What sounds do you love?