the cat you see at the beginning is the Screech-clone who lives next door. literally, he lives one door over, and he seems to divide most of his time between the gutter in the street and that neat-looking bush-plant. his voice is much sweeter than the real Screech's - that's the only way I can tell them apart.
most of today was sunny and hot as hell, but when evening arrived it brought storm clouds and some tragically brief rainfall. oh, rain... our love is doomed to be forever unrequited!
it's rain. or the magnified noises of an insect. or a fire snap-crackle-popping. ...actually, it's just my hands. :( but if you shut your eyes and pretend real hard, I bet you can hear some of those other ones...
I've always loved what I can only describe as immersive sounds. to me, these are sounds that draw the listener in by painting a vivid aural picture. the sound of rain dancing on the roof of your car; the sound of your air conditioning unit switching on; the sound of your legs shifting underneath the blankets on your bed. all of these sounds are subtle and instantly evocative. they're all around us, every moment of every day, but how often do we stop to really listen?