I found myself on the Cherry St. Bridge; unlike the alley it was wide open. The wind carried sounds and blocked some as well. Flags whipped in the wind, surrounding bushes swayed, and I could hear a distant plane. Clues of people: voices, bicycles, dogs, cars, and music. Upstream, the wind carried the sound of distant rowers on a boat. The water gave distinctive qualities to the environment. A water drain mixed the current nearest my side. This was the most prevalent and consistent sound; everything else seemed to compliment the water and wind at this given position.