It was right around this time 26 years ago that our family moved to Pennsylvania from New York City. I don’t need a calendar to tell that the date is approaching; I need only listen for the nighttime chirping of crickets that starts in late August, and reaches its cacophonous crescendo in mid-September. Maybe it’s because I grew up amidst the noise pollution of the city but that cricket static soothes me to sleep as sweetly as any lullaby.
It’s staying asleep that’s been a problem.
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