1. Walking home 2/19/2015

2. Farthest – cars on the turnpike, cars on Westbury Ave grinding their tires through salt and ice, a NICE bus starting up and pulling away, car horns in the far distance

3. Medium range – boots crunching on the snow, my friends walking ahead of me talking, slipping of shoes on the ice, a thud as someone falls down, and subsequent assorted curses

4. Close range – i become intensely aware of my own labored breathing, my waterproof coat zip zip zipping as i walk, my keys rattling in my backpack, the zippers on my backpack cling-ing together

5. A modern-day arctic exploration. The sounds of the ice and snow crunching and cracking, as well as the sounds my friends and I made as we struggled to walk home really contributed to the “Long Island Ice Hell” of it all.

6. One word – frigid

7. Three essential sounds – snow crunching, ice scraping, people breathing