I ran to the grocery store tonight for a couple of items: Baileys, carrots, yogurt, lettuce.
When I walked out of the grocery store I heard peepers, quite loud. It was in contrast to the parking lot, the bright lights, the cars coming and going.
I’m so used to hearing peepers when I’m in the back part of my Mom’s rural property, sitting in the dark by the well-pond.
Nevertheless, the sound of peepers was cheerful and felt so… fresh, and wild.
It made me think that the sound of peepers in the springtime could never be properly replicated, no matter how distant we get from the natural world. A soundtrack of peepers just wouldn’t be the same, and here’s why:
Peepers’ loud, constant, background cheeping is just one part of a whole sensory experience: that of the cold spring night-time air, and of being outside looking at a starry sky, knowing the winter is behind us, and a bountiful summer is about to start.