Mid south summer night sounds.
Brought to you without charge by cicadas and tree frogs, owls in the thick brush of woods. Think, the hissing of summer lawns. Think Hollywood producer. Out of town-er on a mission, 'quiet on the set'. The set will not be silenced except by the calender. Nature will not be directed. Not for love or money.
In the cool rustle of fall leaves and the cold silence of winter's snow I will dream of summer night sounds.
One of the things I love about summer... sleeping with the windows open, and sleeping outside. Your post brings back so many great memories. I love hearing a car driving down a road from the distance; "where did the sound being, where does it end?" The crickets and frogs, an airplane in the distant sky. A far off siren. The railroad train hooking up cars a couple of miles away, but you can hear the bamb bamb bamb echo across the valley as it loads its freight cars. And, kids playing outside, running through sprinklers, laughing. I love summer sounds....
Charles, I love being out away from people and cities to where you can hear the sounds of the night. Where you hear the slightest of a breeze gently rustling the leaves. Now I wish to go camping, away from people! Great job, painting the picture!
Charles.....I love to have the windows open when there's no humidity.....the sound of the birds are my favorite....
Charles,
What a lovely poetic post...I love hearing the crickets and an occasional bird cry. Thanks for a lovely picture also.
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