So Tonight I Might Sleep

Thursday afternoon the frogs who cling to the trees nearby gave voice to their mating song. A few daring fellows first, by evening constant singing rose from the woods surrounding the soccer field amphitheater. Tonight the humid airs are theirs.

Humid out, but cooler than inside, so I’ve opened the windows to let in their song.

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