I recently realized that many of the videos I have taken have been taken with the intent to record the sound rather than the action. Outside the kitchen door, the night time sounds at the end of summer are nearly deafening…but in a heart warming way. This is one of the sounds that is so deeply connected with a season and with childhood that it can conjure up deep emotions and contentment for me when I listen. I wonder just how many crickets, cicadas, grasshoppers, and katydids are out there conversing. Now that it is September, and getting cooler, this song is fading and the windows are closed at night…a sure sign that autumn is near. With the volume all the way up I will be able to pretend I am still standing outside in the late summer…
Emily Dickinson - The Crickets Sang
The Crickets sang
And set the Sun
And Workmen finished one by one
Their Seam the Day upon.
The low Grass loaded with the Dew
The Twilight stood, as Strangers do
With Hat in Hand, polite and new
To stay as if, or go.
A Vastness, as a Neighbor, came,
A Wisdom, without Face, or Name,
A Peace, as Hemispheres at Home
And so the Night became.
