She listens to the flags

Maybe it is because I am a musician, or maybe I am a musician because of my aural awareness, but I confess that I listen to daily sounds most people ignore.

Some interesting, evocative sounds are:
*the clicking of bicycle gears and spokes
*the pulsing of cicadas heralding fall; the chirping frogs in the spring
*the deep sound of Lake Michigan tonguing xylophone-like slabs of cement on the long piers
*the hissing and knocking of old-fashioned radiators in a Milwaukee apartment I used to live in

And now I have discovered a person who experienced pleasure (and poetry) from the sounds of flags whipping in the wind when she visited the U.S. Marine Corps base in Quantico!

On her drive into the base to give the Colonel's wife a cello lesson, Emily Wright says:
Most houses display two flags. As an unrepentant aesthete, I confess I roll down my windows and enjoy the reassuring sound of the fabric whipping around in the breeze.
Not only that, but she also stops again to listen to the flags on her way out.

Sounds are everywhere and we can be enriched by their existence if we will only listen.