Tonight, at 8:05pm, I opened the bedroom window, turned off the overhead light, grabbed the third Harry Potter book (Rose and I are reading our way through) and climbed into bed.
At 8:20pm my ears took notice.
A familiar sound. One not heard in months.
Not hundreds. Just a few.
The song is not constant. It is hesitant. As if they are gathering in the pit, tuning up their instruments for the big performance which has not yet begun, but will, any minute now.
I am so glad I went to bed with my window open this evening. Next to the whipporwill, the peepers sing my favorite song. Hope you can hear some soon.