Black and Sun

cricket-sound

The crickets are back. I hadn’t heard them before tonight. The quintessential summer-night sound. Softer than the shrill cicada whir of hot, sticky southern summer nights, heavy air close around your skin. The cricket-sound is more subdued. This is the languid sitting-outside-under-a-mercury-lamp sound, bare knees tucked up and glowing, grass lit up phosphorescent yellow-green, fingers … Continue reading →