I went down to the creek yesterday, around 6:30pm, to experiment with the video camera, and to take some photos as the sun disappeared. I got bitten by mosquitos (as usual), and took my revenge when I felt a sting on my arm and slapped at it. Then a train passed by and my hands, dripping from their dip in the creek water, instinctively rushed to plug in my ears. I looked up and watched the short little thing pass, making the already darkening evening even darker.
And for that moment, I was more afraid of noise than I was of water.
