It's a warm, nearly summer night here at the Geek hacienda. If you pass near an open window, you can hear crickets. This is something I haven't heard on a warm night for many years. The last two places I lived were apartment buildings that faced either highways or parking lots. Before that, I rented a room in a house that faced another home across a very narrow space. None were quiet enough or facing in a direction where crickets would likely be.
Crickets are something I associate with childhood, especially with visits to my grandparents. That, and lightning bugs... but I don't think we'll see any of them here. No, the sound of crickets takes me back to sleeping on a folding bed on the floor of my grandparents house.
It is a lovely memory -- the kind where you crawl into bed after spending the day walking through woods, crossing creeks, and eating meals that only grandma could make.
on 2008-06-08 at 11:07 p.m.
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