This is the first of the sets that I attempted to focus on just one sense at a time, and is focused on hearing.
Sepia: My Grandparent's House
Click-clack-ding of a typewriter
A small child's giggle
Old wood stairs creaking in the stairwell
Crackling and crinkling-huff of logs falling, a soft whoof of bellows
Stuttering, rhythmic creak of metal and rope of a hammock swinging between trees
Mourning doves coo-coo-coooing from the rooftop
The muted thump of a billiard ball bouncing off felt-covered wood
Old leather creaking as my grandfather sits down for his afternoon nap
Life was quiet, but love was loud
Sky Blue: Camping
Bang! of a backfire, and an engine coming to life
Puff the Magic Dragon settling down for a meal at Alice's Restaurant
Honks and hissing and squealing of brakes on a busy highway
Old canvas crackling as it slowly unfolds
Vinyl squeaking as it's lowered
Click and pop of an old bulldog catch as a cabinet opens
Birds chirping in the trees
Dry leaves rustling in a breeze trailing lazily over the forest floor
A nearby creek bubbling as my father builds a fire
Life was quiet, but love was loud.
Brick Red: My Grandmother's House
The hum of traffic from the main road
A crow and a mockingbird caw, creak, and rasp out a battle in the yard
The rotary phone whirr-click-click-click-whirrs as I dial for the time
Old copper pipes rattle in the walls while the bath fills
Classical music filtering through a dark living room from an old radio
The squeal and hiss of brakes and a bus door opening
The rising pitch of a train leaving the station
The echoing din of a busy airport
The rushing roar of planes taking off
The crackle-hiss of my grandmother's cigarette as we watch the planes together
Life was quiet, but love was loud.
Golden: Friends
Whispers of secret plans being made
Steady clicks of coasting on a bicycle, the occasional thump of wheels on stairs
Shouts and laughter of a race well-lost
Branches creaking and twigs snapping as we climb into the treetops
The rush and roar of the river flowing over submerged rocks
Sodium lights humming a warning to go inside
Cicadas drowning out our words in the hot summer afternoon
Bickering and taunting over the sound of Mario falling into a hole in the landscape
A CRT hum-clicks as we turn it off to go build a fort in the woods
"Can Nick come out to play?"
Life was quiet, but love was loud.
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