A Quiet August Night
A quiet August night teems with sound. Drowsy birds chirp in the twilight while a motley choir of insects let their faint buzzing overwhelm the warm air once one pays them attention. An occasional croak rises into overt awareness, rumbling its way above the rustling of squirrels and chipmunks in trees overhead. What else is out there? I know not, safely perched as I am on a porch with lights and devices to expel the most unsavory of small characters this evening. ...