By the end of June in the mountains of Southern United States the cicadas start up til September. The katydids at night drown out the tree frogs. But for the hottest humid nights I keep a window open and fall asleep to these sounds which are a part the background of summer in the South. Seems crazy that one can fall asleep to listening to up 70 decibels but every summer I welcome the singing.
I think those sounds become part of us don’t they. Like falling asleep to crashing waves (not that I’ve ever actually done that), but I so love falling asleep to the thrash of wind in our eucalyptus trees - as long as I know the branches won’t crash to the ground.
By the end of June in the mountains of Southern United States the cicadas start up til September. The katydids at night drown out the tree frogs. But for the hottest humid nights I keep a window open and fall asleep to these sounds which are a part the background of summer in the South. Seems crazy that one can fall asleep to listening to up 70 decibels but every summer I welcome the singing.
I think those sounds become part of us don’t they. Like falling asleep to crashing waves (not that I’ve ever actually done that), but I so love falling asleep to the thrash of wind in our eucalyptus trees - as long as I know the branches won’t crash to the ground.