with the sense of hearing. Ting, ting, shring, the halyards gently knock against the masts swaying in the breeze along the Lake Michigan shoreline. A symphony of wind chimes calls out as bikers, walkers and runners glide along the lakeshore walking path.Walkers wait to cross Lake Shore Drive. Car horns sound, truck engines grind with the changing of gears. The ‘wrush, wrush’ of cars whizzing past the tree line press the pedestrians back on the curb.
Continuing across the serpentine bridge into Millennium Park, the sounds of
traffic recede. Visitors and residents alike amble under the trellis of Pritzker Pavilion. With a symphony practicing on stage strolling cross the lawn is like brushing by the violins and oboes, violas and clarinets as the crescendo of New York, New York builds throughout the venue. A pause, the notes permeate the space between the trellis and grass, surrounding and filling the entranced on-lookers.Later a refreshing moment by the Crown Fountain,
while the sounds of children squealing in delight bounce between the two tall towers and a stream of water arcs out of the pursing lips. Shouts of “Hey guys!”, “Look at this!”, “C’m here!” are tossed among the kids splashing through the sheet of water.Then time to return, to work or to play, walking briskly down Michigan Avenue, a jack hammer echoes off the pavement and building; a fire truck’s siren pierces the air. The door glides open with a nearly imperceptible ‘rshhh’ and as it closes the sounds of the city are temporarily suspended.
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