Crack! Bang! Pow! Gunfire!
Am I in Kampala, 1982? Vietnam, 1970? The downtown of any major U.S. city on a Saturday night?
Nope, it's 5:30 AM right here in my own neighborhood, and it's just the sound of acorns dropping, from the great height of mature trees, onto the roofs of cars and houses. Sometimes several come down at once, in imitation of a machine gun. It's amazing how loud they can be; the quiet that prevails in the predawn hours, before a breeze comes up, before traffic noise rises into its annoying buzz, seems to magnify the sound. It's really fun to hear, if you don't get beaned by one of these little missiles.
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