I know most of you don’t go out late at night. It’s really quite amazing, especially out here in the country. In fact I’m going to write this blog entry from the deck off our kitchen/family room so I can give you a better feel.
This is the first house I’ve ever lived in. It is the antithesis of the tiny “2-fare zone” apartment I grew up in!
It’s a cool August night. Mid 60°s I’d guess. I haven’t looked in a while.
The air is not still. There is a very slow, but steady breeze. It’s unusual to get sustained wind this light especially in august when the trees are loaded with leaves.
The air is dry tonight. It’s remarkably dry for a mid-summer’s night. The atmosphere has to be in nearly perfect balance for this to last… and it never does.
The night is not quiet! Surprised?
There are insects and they are active! If you listen carefully you quickly understand though it’s a chorus of sound, it’s impossible to split out individual insects. Think curtain of noise.
Once or twice a night we’re overflown by a lonely prop plane. They’re twin engine jobs, but not large. They’re probably flying bank checks or laboratory samples to be tested. This is what and when they fly.
I’ve also see jets on their way to Europe from JFK. By the time they’re over my house they’re at cruising altitude and inaudible behind nature.
It’s a bright night. The Moon’s almost full. That dims the stars. Not everything is romantic.
I’ve been nocturnal since I was a teenager. I thrive at night. I wish I knew why?