Even now I can hear them with the other night noises. Part of what is great about night is that sound, until it is so loud that it prevents one from sleeping. For example, in an unconditioned dorm room in Baton Rouge LA I found myself awake countless nights listening to the sound of them. Ah, the memories of dorm life so long ago now. Soon after I would finally get to sleep on Fridays like today, the marching and would start tuning up about a quarter mile away. Not much is better than that except maybe the sound of bacon crisping up on the cast iron skillet at 8 am.
Tormentor or treasure?
For me, it's frogs. There are a few that live in the flower garden outside my bedroom window and it must be mating season, because they will not keep quiet. It's alright I suppose because I doubt I could sleep without them now.
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