Close your virtual eyes and use your ears to come along with me on my weekend walk around the neighborhood:
Listen...hear the music? It's a piccolo-like rendition of You Are My Sunshine floating through the trees. The ice cream truck is making the rounds of the subdivision next door. While I wouldn't indulge even if it were making its way up the street I'm on, it does make me smile.
Listen...hear the high-pitched whine? It's a little girl in a pink bathing suit peddling her bicycle as fast as her little legs will allow toward the neighborhood pool. She went by so fast I couldn't see the color of her bike but her helmet is pink as well. She pauses at the stop sign just a block ahead and waits just long enough to be sure Mom is following in the car. Sure enough, the lower-pitched whine of a van's tires are approaching from the rear.
Listen...hear the flap, flap, flap? The ducks are on the move. We have several small lakes (a/k/a ponds) around the neighborhood/golf course and they're home to some ducks. Mallards, mostly, with a stray white one thrown in. They're peaceful to look at as they float around the water but they can be scary when they're on the move because they don't fly any higher than they have to. "Duck!" isn't just animal identification around here.
Listen...can you hear the sizzle? I can't either but I know it must be there because I can smell the scent of meat cooking on the grill. Steak is my guess. Weekends are prime time for grilling.
Listen...can you hear the roar? It's the first weekend of college football and the NFL and in the football-loving south, that's a big deal. Plenty of houses with lots of cars in front. That and the roar coming from somewhere within say there's a kickoff party in progress. There could be grilling too but in this case, the aroma of red meat on the coals came from a non-partying house.
Listen...can you hear the whack? That's the sound of a driver launching a little white golf ball down the fairway. At least that's what the person swinging the club hopes. The rain has stayed away for a couple of days now and the course is filled with people taking advantage of that. Every tee and green I've passed has golfers getting in their weekend round.
Listen...can you hear the silence? The slap-slap-slap of my shoes against the pavement has stopped. Our walk is over.
Listen...hear the buzz? It seems someone is on a mower or running a string trimmer in just about every block.