9pm sit in tree, barefeet
Heavy mist. Rain arrived as I sat, like a blanket spread over us all in the cozy dark. Cool air slithered through the trees and to my bare feet as the rain fell on the treetops. Crickets stopped their chirping, but peepers and tree frogs carried on.
Visited memorial garden in our yard on way to house, crickets singing away there.
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