My Recorder Run Out Of Batteries Again Vol. 2 - 2.. #szczecin #field #ambiance #recording @twiciasty

The air was heavy with anticipation as the dark clouds loomed overhead, casting a shadow over the city of Szczecin. People hurriedly made their way home, sensing the impending storm. And then, at 4 p.m. on that fateful day of May 19, 2019, the first rumble of thunder echoed through the streets. It was a deep, resonant sound that seemed to reverberate through the very core of the city, shaking windows and rattling doors. The rain came down in sheets, pelting the pavement with a fierce intensity that matched the thunder's booming cadence. As the storm raged on, the sound of rain filled the air, a steady backdrop to the symphony of nature's fury. Each droplet seemed to add its own note to the cacophony, creating a complex, layered melody that seemed to ebb and flow with the changing intensity of the storm. The thunder continued to roll, punctuated by sharp cracks of lightning that illuminated the sky in a dazzling display of light and sound. It was a mesmerizing, almost hypnotic experience, as if nature itself was putting on a show for all who cared to listen. In the aftermath of the storm, Szczecin was transformed. The air was fresh and clean, carrying the scent of wet earth and lush greenery. Birds chirped and twittered in the trees, their voices a welcome contrast to the earlier tumultuous sounds of the storm. The streets glistened with rainwater, reflecting the soft glow of streetlights that flickered on in the gathering dusk. It was as if the city had been given a fresh start, cleansed by the storm's passage. As night fell over Szczecin, a different kind of soundscape emerged. The city's bustling energy gave way to a more subdued ambiance, marked by the gentle hum of distant traffic and the occasional murmur of voices drifting on the night air. This quieter, more introspective time seemed to invite reflection, as if the city itself was taking a moment to catch its breath after the storm's tumultuous onslaught. It was a peaceful, almost meditative atmosphere, punctuated only by the occasional burst of laughter or snatch of music drifting from an open window. The night was alive with sounds, each one adding to the rich tapestry of Szczecin's nocturnal symphony. The rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze, the distant hoot of an owl, the creak of a porch swing swaying in the wind – all of these sounds blended together to create a harmonious whole that seemed to envelop the city in a warm embrace. It was a reminder of the natural world's enduring presence, even in the midst of an urban landscape. And then, just when it seemed that the night had settled into a peaceful lull, a new sound pierced the stillness. It was a sound that seemed to defy explanation, a strange and otherworldly noise that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it. It was a sound that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once, a haunting, eerie wail that seemed to echo through the very fabric of time and space. Some said it was the ghost of a long-dead sailor, others claimed it was the cry of a banshee warning of impending doom. But whatever its origin, one thing was certain – the sound was like nothing ever heard before in Szczecin. As the night wore on, the strange sound persisted, its eerie presence casting a shadow over the city and its inhabitants. Some sought solace in the warmth and safety of their homes, while others ventured out into the night, drawn by curiosity and a sense of adventure. But no matter where they went, the sound seemed to follow, a constant, unsettling reminder of the unknown and the unknowable. And so, Szczecin slept fitfully, its dreams haunted by the strange sound that lingered in the air. And as the first light of dawn began to break over the horizon, the sound slowly faded away, leaving nothing but the soft chirping of birds and the gentle rustle of leaves in its wake. The city stirred from its slumber, its streets coming alive once more with the sounds of a new day dawning. You can play and download these sounds here.