It surrounds me. Right now , there is the muffled sound of traffic, somewhere in the distance is a dog barking, a horn honks, someone in the building is having some work done, it is quiet now but eventually a quiet, rhythmic tapping will be heard.
At night, the doves will settle in for the night on the window sill, cooing softly.
If I go into the kitchen, there is the sound of the birds, sometimes I hear a child playing and sometimes I hear music from other apartment buildings ( if my windows are open)... and on weekends, the lovely sound of the church bells of Our Lady of Pilar.
That sound reminds me that I am far from "home" , in my new home.
When we walk down to the Park.. there are the chattering parrots, dogs barking, people talking and laughing ... all muffled by the sounds of traffic and happily, not very loud... just background noise. On weekends, the bands that set up in the parks to vie for time to be heard..
Yesterday the new sound was firecrackers and marchers, complaining about something, putting on their little demonstration. The police came along, the marchers left, quickly.
Order was restored , the noise returned to normal.
If I need a break from the sounds that now and then get to be Too Much, then we just crank up the CD player and I will obsessively listen to the soundtrack from Amelie, from Talk to Her (Almodovar) or one of our favorite classical CD's .. maybe Vivaldi or Bach .. loudly.
The neighbors must shake their heads and mutter, those noisy Americana's..
But then I like to think that the lady next door who is housebound, might tap her foot now and then and nod her head and have nice memories brought to her by the sound of a familiar melody.