As the language of the face is universal, so it is very comprehensive.
It is the shorthand of the mind, and crowds a great deal in a little room.
A man may look a sentence as soon speak a word.
While you are reading this I am probably far away from the pictured above anxious to get to greener pastures familiar crowd that I usually hang out with. These cows always run to see me with huge smiles on their faces. I can actually crouch close to the ground and they will run right by me always careful not to knock me over. Some of them have this intense curiosity for that camera in my hand which usually stops them in their tracks and they surround me trying to be part of whatever it is I am trying to do. I am a real somebody in their eyes. My face is what they know and they are a huge part of the world I am so lucky to be a part of. They are contented and happy cows. Moo moo moo.
In the city where I am heading I will be just another nameless face in an endless sea of wanderers, and off to workers. I will not be noticed; some of them will walk with their heads turned to the ground with an electronic device and ear buds jammed into their ears choosing the sound they want to hear, eliminating the rest. Everyone rushing to get to where they need to be always in a hurry, getting to somewhere or getting to nowhere, it does not matter. They pay no mind to the girl who is not in her element with a camera in hand. Even though they could possibly knock me over in there hurried frenzy state and keep going I have to say that has never happened but there are the usual few minor bumps and nudges on the way with that familiar “Sorry”, especially during rush hour in the biggest city in Canada; Toronto Ontario.
The subway is where I will stand on the platform waiting, blending unnoticed hoping to find a spot to sit or stand once the crowd pushes us all into the arriving subway car. We will not be as careful, all banging into each other in the frenzy to make sure we can get on and get the right spot or for that matter any spot. This small word will be heard endlessly in my ears and flowing over my lips. Sorry sorry sorry. Then there is that squealing, ringing and high pitched screeching of metal wheels on metal tracks while trying to stand firm holding a strap far above my head in the packed car, while going round corners at a high rate of speed. Screech screech screech. Squeal squeal squeal.
The farm is so quiet and relaxing I can actually sit in the bush all day hearing nothing but the birds singing, the trees whispering and those squirrels laughing. Chirp chirp chirp.
In contrast the city is a huge jumble of noises……those sharp piercing ones like the endless sirens wailing, never-ending it seems. Waaa waaa waaaa. The constant pounding of the heavy equipment that comes from below from what I can only believe will be yet another condo building downtown. To get to my destination I will have to walk on a narrow board walk where you will see into the deepest hole I have personally ever seen surrounded by a high fence keeping those many workers which appear to be tiny ants below working safe. Bang bang bang. Then there is that bumper to bumper assortment of vehicles with their tires hitting those potholes in the pavement where the winter had left its damage. Plunk plunk plunk.
There are also those unnoticed hard to hear sounds that if you really listen you will hear; those singing wandering musicians trying to make a buck on the busy street leaving open their instrument case and that soft sound of a coin bouncing into it from a satisfied grateful passerby. A very soft Thump thump thump. There are also those voices some being harsh and demanding but most soft whispers of the men and women who sit on the street with nowhere to go holding a paper cup, begging for someone to notice them as the crowd rushes by. The sound of please please please then possibly a coin tossed into the Tim Horton’s cup which is a sound I cannot hear but I do notice the smile.
So very different from my world but I am so excited about seeing those new faces and hearing those new sounds. It has been awhile.
You may be interested in my guest post this Friday. A couple of short stories from a young lady who loves to write.