From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Sound
The brassy, defiant horns of "Over There" blare from a neighbor’s open window, battling the rhythmic clatter of horse-drawn carts against the new, coughing roar of motorcars. I press a nickel and a penny into the baker’s floury palm for a loaf, marveling that a mere **$0.06** buys the fuel for a man to march toward the encroaching drone of the Great War. The air is thick with the sharp scent of coal smoke and the excited chatter of teenagers planning to catch the **movies** at the nickelodeon. Everyone keeps their eyes cast toward the hazy summer sky, listening for the unnatural hum of Zeppelins amidst the familiar street noise.