Every place has its own sounds, especially at night. When I was a little girl, we lived in a small town in Western Pennsylvania, and I fell asleep to the sound of trains many a night. And crickets in the summertime. Even today, when I hear the sound of a train whistle at night, it sounds like ‘home’.
Now that I’m ‘old’ and I live in Tulsa, new sounds are taking the place of those trains. We have crickets here, but they’re drowned out most nights from early spring until late fall, first by tree frogs, then by cicadas (locusts).
Keepin' it real in the bloggerhood,