Sober

[rejectomorph]

As my parent's wedding anniversary coincides with Saint Patrick's Day, this is always a busy day. Various and sundry relatives drop by, and there is cake. Afterwards, dishes are washed. Then I get to go out into the cool evening and have some time to myself. Tonight, there is no sound of frogs. Have they really fallen silent so soon? Perhaps their ponds have dried up already. If I were to go further afield, visiting the rushy banks of live streams, I might hear frogs. I miss them.