Just came in from the front porch. Listening to the sounds of this warm, humid, late August night. Everyone is out...crickets, frogs, cicadas, even a couple of birds up late. The wind is blowing the leaves into soft sighs and swishes. Easy tones from the wind chimes bring it all together. The cicadas came late this year. We usually notice their arrival in early August. One day you just are aware of this incredible noise. They fill the trees with their sound. We rarely see them, but we sure know they're here. It's one of those sounds that make me say..."SUMMER".
These are the sounds that call to mind Tennessee Williams and his stories of long hot sultry nights.
The nights used to include sounds from within. Babies crying, dishes being put away, music from the stereo. Soft voices murmuring from the porch swing, tinkling of glasses filled with cold lemonade.
Now the windows are all closed to keep in the conditioned air. People stay indoors to keep cool. I can remember my mother talking about sitting on her front porch when she was a kid. I sat on the front porch growing up. Lots of talk, lots of games, lots of fun summer nights.
It all comes back with the sounds of this warm ,humid, late August night.
Good memories, good times, good sounds.
