Do you ever lie awake in the wee hours of the morning, unable to sleep, and compose a blog post in your head?
Never mind, then....
Well, I do.
And last night was one of those nights.
Something woke me in the wee hours.
The night was incredibly still. Not a wisp of a breeze in the treetops.
No crickets, no cicadas, no peepers singing their sweet songs.
No owls calling out to each other, "Who cooks for you?"
No coyotes with their eerie howls and yips.
No horses stomping around or whinnying.
These are the noises I've grown accustomed to hearing in the summer months.
I sleep with my windows open whenever possible, and I adore the night sounds.
They often lull me to sleep.
Do you remember being a child and the noise of crickets outside the window in the summer months was deafening?
What happened to all those crickets?
I miss that sound.
This was one of my all-time favorite books as a child.
Coincidence? I think not.
Perhaps, being on the mountain top with our cooler nights is the reason?
Do crickets prefer a hot, sultry night?
Do you hear crickets outside your windows at night?
I've heard about the 17 year swarm of cicadas infesting the Northeast. I thank my lucky stars that they haven't made their way to the mountain top....yet.
I like the sound of a few cicadas....but a swarm would keep me locked in my house, afraid to go outdoors.
What was the noise that woke me out of a sound sleep?
It was most bizarre. It sounded like a critter was trying to chew or claw its way into my house.
I pray that was not the case, and will need to do some investigating, to see if I notice anything amiss.
Perhaps on any other night, this particular noise would have been swallowed up by all the other sounds of the forest.
But the absence of sound last night meant that any sound was almost deafening.
I had to drag myself out of my cozy bed, throw on a robe, and use the spotlight that I keep next to the bed.
As soon as I neared the window, the noise stopped.
I guess I scared it off, whatever it was.
I lay back down again, but sleep was a long way off.
So I wrote you this post....in my head.
Just thinking about the still of the night.
Isn't it interesting that some nights are so silent that the absence of noise is almost too much?
I could hear my heart beating. Tha thump. Tha thump. Tha thump.
And my tummy growling. Already thinking of my morning smoothie.
Eventually an owl made his presence known....and I was finally able to sleep.
Thank you, Mr. Owl.