It's time to call the garden noise police because...

Sunday, February 9, 2025

The time there is noise pollution in the public garden and my ears can't take it...

There's a part of me that sometimes goes into writing mode while I walk out in nature. Like today for example, the breeze and the bright evening sun come together in a spectacular manner that hits the canopies of trees, foliage, hedges and bushes in the way that has me absorbed into the moment that all I am for the frozen moment was a breathing thing. I could be a bird, bee, beetle, man, woman, stone, water or flower, moss, fungus, mushroom, anything - as the boundaries in all things thinned out. For a second of course, then I'm back to getting spooked by rustling desiccated leav

es thinking some lunatic may be hiding in waiting to sneak up on me with a nefarious reason. Well, I do love to digress now, don't I?

Anyway...

On to this walking outfit I happened to wear a few walks ago. Nothing too bold. Just a beige top, the same old airy elephant pants, waist bag and sneakers.

Let me tell you about the kind of walker/jogger types that I see on my routine walking slash people-watching. It's nice to simply observe people in their elements. Some are super silent, the kind of people I enjoy seeing (and ignoring) as they put their limbs into movement. Some are a little noisy but I suspect they're just trying to be polite to signal by a stomp of their sneakered feet that they are in the vicinity. Some are very obnoxiously loud parents with unruly kids that I often wonder if some of them are actually hearing-compromised.

My apologies, if they are...but I really do think the ones that have big yappy mouths in my local garden park are just used to running their mouths loudly in their homes they forgot that the public area is where other people come to share the space. I'd much rather hear crows making a loud commotion but the other day, one crow wasn't too happy with my presence that it (I don't know their gender) tried to shoo me by swooping so close to my head.

And that is precisely why, I insist carrying umbrella just for funsies. The umbrella offers a creative way to block my sight from directly looking at other people's faces when I'm feeling very introverted. It is a great wind-breaker to block aggressive winds with accompanying debris and lately, a protection against a crow bird's territorial attack. I think it's a mama crow with new babies so I've already forgiven the bird for giving me a spook.

A little clip of me moving about: