Sound

[rejectomorph]

This is the first night in weeks that I've heard no crickets. The other insects, with their shrill, sustained buzz are still active, but the last cricket has fallen silent. The cool air is slightly hazy and damp. The waxing moon casts pale light, revealing the empty street. More oak leaves have fallen and now crunch underfoot as I walk along the driveway. The sounds of one season give way to those of another. I say goodbye to the crickets.

Comments

[mistersmearcase.livejournal.com]

As someone who loves the city and has little need of the country, I do despite all that miss cricket noise.

[rejectomorph]

For one month, when I was 19, I lived in a flat above a photo studio on a busy suburban commercial street. Aside from that, I've never lived in a place where there were no crickets, even though I spent most of my life in Los Angeles. Almost every neighborhood there has enough landscape to support at least a few crickets. They used to come into the house there, too, as they sometimes do here. I remember being sung to sleep by them when I was very young.