Friday, April 20, 2012

The Sounds of Nightfall

I explore the hotel and hotel grounds just slightly before dusk.


There is much laughter and squeals of delight coming from the pool area.  A hotel employee scolds a boy from climbing up a ladder marked “keep off.”

Walking down a long jetty, I get faint whisps of petunias that line part of the walkway.  The sun fades quickly. 

 I hear the beginning of the Maghrib prayer coming from the Mosque behind me on my right.  The male voice is penetrating and of high pitch.

 I am adjacent to the dry dock ship repair structure -- sharp, brusque commands circulate over the loudspeaker.



The flag at the end of the jetty flaps loudly in the breeze.  It competes quite well with the other sounds carrying in the air.   I hear a low-sounding voice behind me.  

 
It is the evening prayer coming from the mosque closer to the hotel. I walk back toward the hotel.  As I get closer to the hotel, street noise adds to the cacophony of sounds.  The prayer ends.  Sounds from cars honking, trucks with loud engines, accelerating buses, and sirens fill the air.

#ibmcsc  #uae

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