Listen closely...

So it's nearing 4AM and for some reason I'm still awake. I thought it'd be a good idea to go take a meditative sound sample outside on my back porch. I live in the back of Azalea Trace, with only the woods buffering my patio from MLK Dr. Let the ear-drumming commence:

There is a gentle hum/rumble of some kind of generator only heard in this first absolute silence. If I close my eyes I can imagine myself in some kind of spaceship. Time for a sip of beer. A symphony of insects create a gentle lullaby all around. The periodic friction of a single, dominant cricket's legs riddle the silent ambiance with new noise. Just as consistent as his chirps are the harsh sounds of rubber sliding on top of MLK coming through the trees. These automobile sounds ripple off into the distance and oddly there is a piercing of music coming from some unknown source. I can't tell what type of music it is or if it even was music...hmm. Another sip of Miller. I now notice the silent churning of Mountain-Spring condensation which is pouring out of those vents that evidently lead to my running dryer. Scratch the generator, these pipes pushing out the steam are creating the gentle rumble. The BLARE of a train horn is welcoming at first. A new sound. The conductor continues and holds a second, third, fourth....seventh note between 1 and 3 seconds. I can hear the train cars tumbling on their tracks. More train whistles are interrupted by the accent of a distant motorcycle's revving engine. Yet another piercing train horn is a dagger into the silent early morning's heart; the conductor just won't quit. A loud semi speeds past on MLK and the vibration of all 18 tires can be heard. Something dropped in the woods...sounded almost like a rain drop? For a moment there is relative quiet. Then another something snaps in the woods. And then I hear my favorite sound: a single chirping note from some rare night bird. Maybe he's confused...Someone tell that damn train to shut up!