Just warming up...

From my house on any given evening I can hear the roaring ocean, barking sea lions, the buoy and foghorn, shrieking hawks, frogs, owls, crickets, the neighbor's dogs yipping and howling, cars and trucks speeding by out on the road and the far off sound of traffic clacketting along the uneven pavement of the quavering bridge. That's any old night around here; a soothing aural elixir. It can become more cacophonous, dramatic, sometimes unsettling- depending on the weather, wildlife migration patterns, and the level of domestic drama taking place in nearby homes- but I try to never forget how lucky I am to be in this rural paradise. Except, on those winter nights when I lie stiffly awake, saucer-eyed and insomniac with fear that the house will collapse in the next howling gust of wind.
Tonight is oddly warm; quiet except the few tentative crickets shocked out of their winter slumber...
Goodnight giant moon...

Wait, must clean up dog vomit.

Livin' the dream!