September 12, 2009
There is something wonderful about the early morning and late night when the rest of the world is so quiet the only sound is the crickets thrumming. No birds, no cars or lawnmowers, no yapping dogs or loud teenagers, just the peaceful pulse of indeterminate chirps. It is rare for it to be so quiet in this neighborhood, but the constant drizzle today kept everyone else inside and at home, so there were several brief periods where all was quiet and I could just enjoy it. I can choose to listen to the thoughts inside my head for few minutes.