When the city walker starts out for a morning walk in a small town along a large lake (like Lakeside, Ohio where we have our summer home) at first she hears silence. But the sounds begin to roll in the ear soon. At first it is the disgusting crunch, crunch of the Mayflies underfoot at every intersection with a street light. An experienced Lakesider just reminds herself--it means the Lake is healthy.
Then she hears the birds--sparrows, black birds, robins, cardinals, jays, mourning doves--and all the others that she's been told about on the morning bird walks provided by Lakesiders but can't identify. It's a beautiful cool morning, but some people are running air conditioning window units unaware, something I don't hear at home because everyone has whole house AC. Then if the windows are open, I hear some muffled talking, probably from rumpled beds, and a baby, very young is crying. Maybe a wet diaper? No sleeping in for the new mom and dad.
Now there's something I never hear at home--a screen door slams as the resident walks to the porch with a hot cup of coffee. I can hear the boats patrolling the shore, probably from the Customs and Border Protection from a near by port. Other noises, like the tiny business district waking up and getting ready for customers. Someone needs to take vacations at another time so this tourist area can be served. If it weren't for the fact I need to stay on the flat streets, I'd head for the lakefront for other sounds--almost like a different place, but just two blocks.