I live in an eight story condo; I live one-half block off the major East-West thoroughfare connecting the City of Miami to Miami Beach; I live right across the street from an immense middle school.
It is 9:16 a.m. on a Saturday and the weather is gorgeous. Yet, there is not a goddamned sound. No vehicle noise, no neighbors talking, no kids playing, NOTHING. It feels like the Beijing airport. It is uncanny.
Silent Spring.
It is 9:16 a.m. on a Saturday and the weather is gorgeous. Yet, there is not a goddamned sound. No vehicle noise, no neighbors talking, no kids playing, NOTHING. It feels like the Beijing airport. It is uncanny.
Silent Spring.
