I’m realizing as my body starts to wind down that I need a small break from noise of any kind. As much as I love nature, the crickets were cricketing so loud last night that it felt like they were piercing me. 

It made me think: What is the sound of no sound? Absolute silence:  What does that really sound like?

 I had a feeling yesterday when I looked at the sky and I saw this tuft of gray that looked like a rain cloud.  But no, I thought—it won’t possibly rain. It’s still summer. Fall is fast approaching, but we still have two weeks and there is still plenty more sun to be had.  Last night when I heard the first boom of thunder, I sat straight up. Then lightening.  The other few times it KAAAABOOOOMMMED, I shuttered but tried to lay still.  My stepfather used to tell me that when it thundered that was the sound of God pushing the devil down the stairs.  I picture this big clunky devil falling on humongous stone steps on his bum.  My mother yelled at him not to fill my head with that nonsense.  The image stuck, and I find it a little uneasy when I hear thunder, but then again, I suppose it’s not that bad.