Late summer is noisy. For instance, last night, sitting on the bench on the terrace here at the chateau, I heard four different kinds of insect chirps. I believe two of them were crickets, one probably a mournful cicada (it was an intermittent croak), and the fourth ... tree frogs? Such a sweet peeping sound. I also heard a train whistle. Very cool.
Early summer is full of birdsong, but late summer sound belongs to the bugs. I have been trying to enjoy whatever I can of this season, and was making headway in that direction, sitting on the bench. It wasn't too hot last night, and so peaceful since everyone leaves town in August. Alas, I was only able to sit outside briefly since, in late summer, the mosquitoes get vicious. My theory of increased mosquito blood lust in late summer revolves around the idea that they know the season is dwindling, hence they must carpe diem and have as many baby mosquitoes as possible. Maybe?
Late summer is a great time for bugs, but not so much for me, not just this year. I'm struggling with my usual late summer symptoms as well as the unwinding I mentioned yesterday. But the weeks will pass and then it will be fall. My sinuses and stomach will calm down, there will be a cold snap that kills a lot of the bugs. Then I'll be out and about again here in this crazy, beautiful, wounded, powerful city. I am so lucky, it's not right to complain.
Fall will arrive, it will. It will. I am counting the days! Hell yeah.