Isn’t is so strange when the natural world around you is so very still?
When the sound of the crickets and tree frogs are the only thing that seem alive. There is not even enough breeze to move one leaf tonight. And it is really not all that hot. Not for August.
It seems surreal, almost like a movie set. As if someone pasted a photo of the woods right outside my window. And there is no life to speak of. Except for the insects that make noise without being seen.
Maybe that is just an August evening.
It kind of creeps me out.
I kind of like it.
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