Union Not So Square---Do you hear what I hear?

On the uptown, Manhattan-bound  N  train, I am overwhelmed with the sound of a baby bawling, teens arguing, and commuters sighing from delays. 

On my way to 14th street Union Square, I anticipate the array of sounds I'm sure to encounter.  

I arrive to a stuffy platform at the Union Square train station and am alarmed by the screeching sound of the proximal  6  train.

As I walk up the stairs, I am greeted by the uplifting chirps of the birds migrating back to NY.

The boisterous birds remind me of my adolescence and warmer days.

Expectingly, I am humored by the sounds of cabbies hollering at the pedestrians, eager to make it across the street.

I hear the click of the pawn as it fervently replaces the knight on a nearby chessboard.

Suddenly, I hear the siren of a police car close by.

That sound quickly fades away as the car gains speed.
I turn to the left and I hear the hot dogs sizzling on the grill.
Next to them I hear the sound of peanuts roasting.
I hear and feel a roaring beneath me, and I know it must be the train.
For a second I sit there with my eyes closed.  
And then everything turns silent, as if I were the only one left in Union Square.
In a city like New York, it's hard to imagine silence.
But when you listen close enough, everything seems to become tranquil.