all's silent

sounds of silence...
all's quiet here at home.
there's the pitter patter of finnegan walking up and down the hall, coming to the couch, stretching his neck to prop his head on the couch to make sure everything is still status quo. then he pitter-patters back to his bed.
there's the sound of Aimee playing words with friends on her ipad on the other side of the couch.
outside, there is a dog barking.
a motorcycle just zoomed by.
a car alarm is going off. now it stopped.
the keys click rapidly beneath my fingers making those satisfying little clicking noises that I love so much... the faster the better.
someone needs to get their brakes checked... either that or it's a volvo.
the refigerator is deciding to hum at this moment. it moans and churns in two-beat succession... cha-la...da na. cha-la... da na. cha-la... da na.
aimee takes a breath as she begins to click in her word.
a skateboard is skidding past my building.
latin music comes and goes quickly in a car.
a truck with a diesel engine squeaks to a stop, puts it in gear, and goes again.
my phone tweets like a bird to alert me that someone is texting.
someone is laughing as, yet another skateboard rolls by.
aimee's words with friends makes another pleasing sound; a sort of chime and then bubbles popping.
engine revving up hard.
phone-bird tweets again, it clicks when i unlock it.
a loud conversation passing and, another skateboard.
my shirt makes a scrunching sound as i rub my shoulder.
my downstairs neighbor is drilling... just for a moment though.
slow squeak outside, maybe a bicycle?
a cackle.
a car.
music.
a gaggle of loud skateboards this time.

on this busy, lively street, it's amazing what i would consider to be quiet.