I took my nephew (14) camping over the weekend with my best friend and his son (also 14).
We had a great time and told stories and all that around the camp fire, all the while coyotes howled far away (I was in the NH lakes region).
Tonight, I’m sitting here on my couch with the windows opened wide and in the city, and I can hear crickets chirping.
Oh man, I cannot wait until the fall; my favorite time of year.
Right now the wind is blowing through the leaves now and then, and they sound crisper than they have. I can hear crickets chirping now and then and also a constant backdrop of some other cricket-like noise.
I love the fall so much, but I think this is the best time of year, since I get to anticipate those months I love so much.