Crash, Boom, Trumpet?

After living in our house for 2 weeks, there are a few sounds that have become familiar.  The first starts at 7:00AM with a crash.  The house across the street, and over one, is being demolished and apparently noise ordinances end early in the morning here. A posse of blue trucks line the street to assist with hauling the demolition equipment and the debris.  I heard this sound quite a bit when living on Duplin Road in Raleigh as we bought our house in the midst of a turnover–some houses around us were leveled to make way for new construction. From the smart-looking architect’s sign in the yard across the street, I guess we can also look forward to the sounds of a new home being built.

The “boom” I hear is very impressive.  It is the sound of the regular thunderstorms that roll through our village, Königstein im Taunus.  Our house is situated on hills right above the village at about 1300 feet high. The thunderclaps echo through the valley below us and bounce off the hills across from us.  One early morning when Gary was out of town, I woke to the rumblings of an oncoming storm.  So I rolled up the blinds (the blinds, like in most German houses, are built inside the walls), climbed back into bed and watched the storm come.   Thin clouds whizzed by the castle on the hill across from us. Right above the castle, I watched the black clouds closing in.  It was like a scene out of an old spooky movie.  Good stuff. I hope I can do that again sometime. Here’s a peek of the castle from the vantage point at one of our village swimming pools

A day or two into our life here, I noticed what sounded like a trumpet heralding a single note.  The noise came from our village below but the view is obscured by a forest so I couldn’t even imagine what it was.  A few days later I realized it is the sound of the commuter trains that pull into the village station.  And, the whole idea that a train could sound so polite and mild-mannered made me smile.  At most, they sound like Thomas the Tank Engine’s big brother and so different from the bellowing freight trains that pass through Raleigh.


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