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Downtown |
As I walked down the street I spotted an empty wooden bench. The sun was nearly setting and the sunlight glared directly on the bench in between two high rise buildings. I took a seat and immediately noticed the pleasant smell of coming from the Chinese restaurant behind me. The increasingly overwhelming aroma of freshly cooked meats and spices began to make me hungry. In an attempt to ignore my growling stomach, I took out my blue notebook and began to record the details of my surroundings.
There was a lot to see downtown. It was interesting to see the stark contrast between the various individuals walking by. It was easy to differentiate between those that obviously had somewhere to be, and those that were simply enjoying their stroll through the city.
I tried to single out the individual noises but found it difficult at first. The constant sounds of honking horns, speeding cars, and people talking, all mixed together in one big tumult. After a few minutes of listening intently, the sounds began to become more distinct. I began to hear the chirping of birds in the trees that line the sidewalks. I could hear the leaves rustling on the ground as the wind began to pick up.
I overheard a peculiar conversation between two young women standing nearby. “You’re crazy,Yogurtland is way better than Pinkberry,” the first woman said. “What, I wouldn’t eat there if it was free,” said the second woman. “You would have to pay me,” she replied. It was really funny how surprisingly long this debate went on. I walked home and called it a day.
Most people don’t stop to notice their surroundings, but if you sit down and take a look around you find that it’s actually pretty entertaining.
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