Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Autumn's Brink

Every season has a song. Winter's song is minimalism, creaks and groans, and the rush of wind through trees. Winter's end brings the joy of spring peepers, and spring is full when the melodious, ethereal strains of the Wood Thrush echo through the forest. Katydids and cicadas, complex and full, create a wall of sound made perfect for hot summer nights. Yes, every season has a song, but to my ears, little music has the relaxing, soothing effect of simple cricket song on the brink of autumn.

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