Last night I fell asleep to the chirping song of a lone cricket and the booming sound of distant thunder. The first is a reminder that summer is over. The other is a harbinger of a season yet to come. It is still warm enough to sleep with an open window, the melancholic lullaby of the cricket lulling me to sleep.
During those strange few moments between wakefulness and oblivion, thoughts race unbidden through my head. Most are nonsensical; some, just mundane. What shall I cook tomorrow? Is it finally cool enough to wear socks? Have all the other crickets died? I wonder if it will actually storm. Are there only male angels? It sounds like the chirping is getting fainter … What size shoes did Cinderella wear? Do all roads really lead to Rome? Are rhinos the inspiration behind unicorns? That sounds crazy. Perhaps it’s time to sleep. Good night cricket. You’re one of the things that I will miss most about summer. Hope to hear you next year.
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