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| "City Traffic", oil, by Tom Brown |
Our
new house is a half-mile or so from Interstate 95, and, strangely enough, I’m
taking some pleasure in the sounds of the distant traffic. I love listening to
the sound of the surf at the beach, and, in a similar way, I’m starting to
appreciate the highway sounds – the soft, far-off hum, the almost purring
sounds of people pursuing their lives on the road. Sometimes my wife and I listen
to soft background music in the house, and I’m finding there’s a sort of whispered
harmony in the sounds of the faint and far-away traffic. I almost doze off
listening to it. While birds make melodies in the trees around us, trucks and
cars carrying important people and cargo cruise down the interstate like
another summer song.
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