What I hear

Because I live in Manhattan, I find it can be hard to find a moment of silence. Which is why, late at night, you can find me at the 72nd Street Pier. It’s become a tradition that whenever I need to find some peace of mind, I’ll go to the pier and listen to my favorite music and people watch. By doing so, I am able to get back to my happy place. The few times I’ve gone without music have been really calming. You hear the ocean. Mixed in with the sound of the waves, which are so gentle and quiet, are the hard breaths of the late night runners. Keeping me company from time to time are pigeons, who if you listen carefully coo to the sound of the waves. Everything is so quiet, with the occasional loud and high pitched noise of the passing plane. I go at night, to avoid seeing children. Who will sometimes scream at a very joyous yet piercing volume. Everything is so quiet, unless you count my music, or the airplanes, everything is at a very low and relaxing volume. Avoiding the thrills of the city is one of my specialties. Sometimes living in Manhattan is just this non-stop of cacophonies that can drive you crazy. However, throughout the year, no matter how cold or how hot, Riverside Park late at night is where you can find some peace.