The first thing that Brook noticed was the noise. This new place was so loud! The woods could be loud if you really listened, the wind bringing the branches of trees to life, whistling whispers through the leaves. Insects and animals and birds calling to each other, and living out their lives in the tapestry of the forest which had a melody all it's own.
The city was different. And even here in a garden of a small parsonage Brook felt like she knew even though she had never been there, the sounds were almost too much. Machinery and traffic and voices and honks and whistles.
And music coming from the rundown house in front of them, accompanied by a mellow tenor, singing along. "Ash," Brook whispered, almost sure her voice would get drowned out by the cacophony of the city. "Ash, it's so loud!"