There are still a few frogs croaking somewhere east of here. I'd have thought the stream would be dry by now. Maybe somebody has a pond in their yard. It's nice to listen to them while watching the moon rise above the pines. It's very nearly a perfect night tonight, with the moon and frogs and the scent of jasmine filling the cool air. After the sultry day I enjoy lingering in the back yard once the sun sets. Beats the Internets. I'm going back now.