Last night turned out to be good for cloud-watching after all. I thought we'd seen the last of them for a while when they all scurried away last evening, but they returned by midnight, to intermittently shroud the moon and soften the night shadows. They have brought no more rain, and I expect that they will diminish as the day passes. The temperature is expected to near eighty degrees today. I'll be waking up every couple of hours to shed blankets, as it is currently cold enough to require a big pile of them in order to get to sleep.
As I was listening to the crickets a few hours ago, I wondered if they enjoy the physical vibrations which their noisemaking must cause in their bodies. I wonder if that sensation is actually why they chirp? Crickets don't appear to get to do very much in their brief lives, so it would be a nice compensation for them if chirping were like sex, for example. This thought, of course, lead inevitably to the realization that this night music to which I listen with such delight might in fact be the result of the cricket equivalent of masturbation. The thought that I might be surrounded by masturbating crickets was so startling and amusing that I disturbed the nocturnal peace by laughing out loud, whereupon the crickets momentarily ceased their song, as though embarrassed to have been caught at it. Sorry, guys. Don't mind me. Please, continue.