Afternoon in Dyker Park

Zooming by are cars that seems to be in a hurry. A periodic beep as the delivery trucks unload their goods to a local deli store. The trees were rustling and birds chirping while I approached the entrance.

Walking deeper I hear a girl scream while being chased by what I assume to be her menacing brother. Many kids were all over the the playground. Their excited yelling signifies their freedom from school that day.

As I sat on the bench At a distance I hear the popping of handballs hitting the concrete wall, the repetition of these pops seemed predictable, almost relaxing, until interrupted by a loud clank when the ball hits the fence. The fence was what separates the handball and basketball court. While the handballs went "pop" the basketball went "boom". "pop", "boom", "boom", "pop", "boom", "CLANK".

Not far away I can hear what seemed to be the sound of billiard balls hitting each other. I thought to myself, "Who would be playing pool in a park of all places?" Further inspection revealed a group of seniors laughing in unison while in their own world of croquet. "bink" as the wooden mallet encounters the ball.

As the afternoon grew tired, these soundbites gradually faded. By evening there was hardly any signs of life at the park. There were no screaming, no "pop", "boom", "clank", nor "binks". No birds were around to be chirping. As I headed towards the exit, a strong gust of wind approached me from behind. The trees were still rustling.