I never knew there were so many sirens in West Philadelphia, but it seems almost hourly that the air is pierced with the sounds of police officers swiftly heading to some unlawful scene. Or fire engines, or ambulances — but you'd think I would've heard more of those last year, living a block away from the hospital and all, but not really.

The acoustics here work so that every conversation, all but the most whispered of confessions, fly up to my window. I like to sleep with the windows open — the damn wind tunnel effect provides enough wind to cool any room down and fresh air never did anybody any harm, but every morning, I am woken to the sounds of car alarms and honking horns, if I'm not woken sooner by a drunken exchange or heated argument eighteen floors below.

There are no peepers to be heard. Birds don't wake me with their singing, and I can't decide which I liked better.

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