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Quiet [May. 19th, 2018|11:52 pm]
My cricket has either left the yard, been devoured by some larger creature, or found a mate and is chirping so quietly I can't hear him. I like to think he's getting some action, and the pair of them are quietly making the crickets I'll listen to next year. But there are now other crickets who haven't found mates, and they are still chirping loudly enough that I can hear them even though they are some distance off. The cool night air seems almost to vibrate.

Yet aside from the distant crickets and the fainter and even more distant croaking of a single frog the night is utterly quiet. Even the faint breeze is so soft that the leaves make no sound. The dogs have all fallen silent, no night birds stir, and I can't remember when a car last passed by. When at last I leave the trance and return to the house, my rubber-soled footsteps sound like soft thunder.