Evening symphony

Last Friday night, despite the fact that the temperature was hovering near 80 in the middle of the night and the air conditioning was on in the house, I woke up and had to crack a window open just to hear the outside world. Chirrups and whirrs and hoots and the occasional train whistle from miles away. I can sleep all winter long closed up indoors and not miss the hush and rustle outside, but come July, I must hear my night.