Sounds I Heard Whilst Listening

I decided to sit in the same spot at two different times of day for two of my entries. The following occurred:

Brookstone Apartments parking lot (around 3 PM). While sitting on the steps outside of my apartment, traffic was bustling. Engines revved and roared. The air conditioning units beside the building rattled constantly, but they were not very loud. Brakes squeaked and squealed. I only heard one car honk, and it seemed intrusive. A single leaf rolled by my feet on the concrete, scraping itself in a manner that is louder than one would expect. A bus thundered off through the nearby stop light. Whenever the wind picked up, the leaves in the nearby tree sounded like a distant mountain stream. Surprisingly, I did not hear any music of any kind blasting by. I missed the sound of chirping birds.

Brookstone Apartments parking lot (around 12:30 AM). While sitting on the steps outside of my apartment, I realized how different nightlife truly is. The air conditioning units rattled constantly and were louder than they were in the afternoon because there were fewer sounds to mask them. I could hear the faint sound of a car alarm in the distance and it seemed to fade in and out. Of course the insects were thriving, chirping as a bird would if it were an insect. Moreover, I continued to miss the sound of chirping birds. Have all the birds flown away? A few cars drove by; their engines softly hummed. The loudest sound was that of another leaf scraping itself on the concrete as it raced the wind. A siren sounds off in the distance, maintaining a continuous long and drawn out call. However, another siren with a rapid call fused with the first siren to create an epic police warning.

While sitting at my computer in my bedroom, I took a moment to take in the atmosphere. My roommate had gone to bed, but every now and then I could hear her cough through the wall. The air conditioner was quite loud and masked many sounds; if it were not running, it would be a much quieter environment. My fingers clicked my keyboard. My neighbor above me stomped furiously all over my ceiling. The bass of rap of hip hop music thud thud thudded from above and I was unable to hear any vocals. It was then revealed that my neighbor was not alone upstairs, being that I soon heard multiple feet performing HULK SMASH! Either a fight was occurring or they were having some intense sex. Or perhaps I was missing out on a killer party; I think I heard the sound of a dresser falling onto my ceiling. My neighbor need not worry, for I am not one to complain.