Song of E

Today after I got home from work, I headed out to jiggle vegetables and sniff freshly baked breads at the local farmers market. To this end, I took a short cut through a courtyard off my neighborhood's main drag. As I dodged dogs desperate to nip at my ankles, and glided past the usual crowd of drunken homeless men eager to swallow my loose change, I heard a voice echoing off the walls of the surrounding buildings.

At first it sounded like a recording. But as neared the courtyard's gated exit, I realized that it was just some hipster kid seemingly crooning along to the music he was listening to on his headphones. Yet when I began to process things, I realized that he wasn't even humming, he was just repeatedly singing the letter "E" for various lengths of time, each in a differing tones, none remaining consistent in volume.

It puzzled me greatly why anyone would stand around singing the letter "E" over and over again until I got home and tried it for myself. I have to say, there is some satisfaction to be derived from doing this, but I found the execution to be most rewarding while lying on one's back on the cool, hard kitchen floor.