Sound

Growing up my dad lived in a far away in the woods, where even farmers are hard to find. He would always listen to birds and the river and tell me to listen too. But comparatively I live in the city, you can hear the highway from my house. To me it is my river, and the cars that pass by late at night after the rain are my ocean. It’s short because I got cold, and not many cars came by, but I clipped together the sounds of cars passing by to show semblance of it to the ocean.