This is what it sounds like outside my house at night. No volume adjustments have been made.
It is like the cricket Fourth of July out there, every night.
(Strangely, when people refer to my new location--a town of 9000 surrounded by cornfields--as "rural," my knee-jerk reaction is to protest. Rural? I live In Town! With neighbors whose houses I can (sort of) see outside my window!)
2 comments:
amazing!
i miss you!
Beija misses Emmett!
South Carolina is the same way.
It feels like a time before electricity, doesn't it?
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