joy of sounds

You know I still feel the same feeling like 50 years ago when, in our summer house in the summer, some car approaches our isolated house, driving on the pebbles and makes those slow careful crunching sounds, converging toward our isolated existence, carrying the smells of city smoke, people, civilization, sweat and heat. Slowly we become less isolated while the car becomes less city-like…a small expression creeps into  our neutral features and looks… Oh people…