Sound walk in NoHo

Cement trucks gradually release their load as workers loudly crack open the ground, with the promise of a new sidewalk to trample. The whirring of the truck is continuous except when the sound fades out into the instant shut-down of the engine. New York is in a constant state of construction but even this city needs a lunch break. Hard-hats make their presence known with a rough "boop" upon coming in contact with the part of the ground that is obviously well worn in. Workers laugh and spit, embracing the afternoon sun. The high-pitched ding of a bell is an indicator of an order being ready and even though it is just one sandwich, everyone shuffles their bodies towards the window in hopes that it is theirs. On the inside of the tiny store front is the sizzle of something being fried and the whipping of a fluffy new batch of eggs. On the outside, the whips and sizzles are lost in the babbles of the people reluctant to get back to their jobs.

In the background there is more. There is the clicking of heels and thumping of boots. There is the crooning of a bird getting further and further away from the crowd. There's the crunch of an unexpected candy wrapper under a shoe and the oops of the kid who got it there in the first place. Cars honk and cars groan the longer it takes for that one person to parallel park. Bikes feel lucky they can just swoosh on by, navigating the nooks and crannies of Manhattan traffic. Pedestrians hear the robotic "wait" of the machine inside the traffic pole but they skip across the street regardless. This is only part of the New York City symphony.