Words, Feelings, Stories

It's an eerie night out here tonight on my porch. The frogs are there, and the crickets, and the locusts, but there's something different. The night sky glowers pink-orange.Not really strange, because there are pink street lights beyond the trees, but this is not the usual color, even when clouds are hanging low. There are strange Shadows flickering throughout the yard. In the flower beds right in front of me. Along the front of the building on the left side of the yard. On the cars in the parking lot to my right. The Shadow's wander ihe alley and appear from behind and alongside the houses. They peek. They scamper. They scurry from here to there. Lights and reflections wink and blink. Things move. Things rock, wiggle, twitch. The wind blows gently but not unusually. It seems a night like many others. And yet. The night choir sings on and on. The pink sky outlines the trees clearly. And Shadows creep across the street and dart through the yard. It may be the wind. It is pro...

I hear the peepers tonight, and the little green frogs that hide in the grass, and the groggy frogs from the flat topped roofs across the street. In the trees between the Main Street houses and the Union Street houses I hear many chattering insects. It sounds as if the treetops may be being used as pillows by an invisible giant. While he may not be seen, he can certainly be heard. He is snoring, and the sound is berated through The treetops. I don't know if it's different species of cicadas, or different sexes, but one group is the murmuring breath in, and then I hear the buzzing exhale that finally peters out. The quiet mumble again, and the loud breathy buzz. It may be that there are other insects - grasshoppers, katydids, mantises - that I no longer recognize easily. Bats are zipping and dipping around, as fast as a blink. Black Shadow's against an orange sky. Occasionally two will dance together for a moment before vanishing. Yes, nightfall is a joy to the ears and a di...