Patrick Diaz Sound walk

On Buhre avenue in the Bronx I was surprised that there was such a depth of sound despite being relatively in the middle of nowhere. I started off right by my house watching my surroundings. As cars and people passed by most of what I heard was the crunching of the snow and conversations. The first sound I heard was the scraping of a shovel against the ground while my neighbor shoveled snow. As I walked further down I heard the music from the passing cars. As I walked further down that avenue I heard glaringly loud music coming from a baseball themed karaoke bar.  I lingered around this street for a while and heard the train announcement overhead and the excessively loud sound of the rails screeching as the train skidded across it. I heard the doors open from the train as it arrived in the station. While I was listening to the train I was startled by the sound of a snow plow smashing its way through the snow and scraping across the gravel.  I continued walking and heard a smash on the cement as a woman fell in front of me, and the sound of my knee hitting the snow as I slipped from black ice. as I walked away the sound of the karaoke bar faded to the background and the only sound immediately apparent was the crunching of the snow beneath my feet and beneath the shovels of the people I was passing along the way. In the background I continued hearing the scraping of snow as a man walked by singing a song at the top of his lungs. The sound became more apparent  as his companion sang along with him. As they approached me their voices were muddied by the sound of their footsteps as well as a second train passing by above us. I climbed the stairs to the train station and heard the clinking of metal from my footsteps as I climbed the steps to get on the train.