What first comes to mind as I step outside is, will I freeze to death before I hear anything interesting? My fault. I should have done this Writing Adventure last week when March was acting more like April.
I close my eyes to listen with full attention. Lots of tweeting here. That’s to be expected with the bird feeders on the other side of the house. After living here so many years I almost don’t hear the automobile noise from the six lane expressway only 2 blocks distant. Then for a while, as I try to hear past those sounds, there is only my breath.
A tiny click. Before I can figure this out another slightly louder, metallic scrape. I hear the sound of a door shutting and my neighbor calls out to me. I have to open my eyes and return the greeting.
I cheat now. That second noise must have been his key in the lock but what about the first tiny click? I don’t see anything. So much for cheating.
I close my eyes and wait. There it is again, that small sound, a brittle and quick noise. I’m going to find it! And there on the ground is a small tree branch which must have broken off in the wind. In fact, now that I’m alerted to this, there are several twigs on my front porch. Mystery solved.