This time of year, the chorus of crickets is a nightly affair.
It’s evocative. It speaks of every summer evening there ever was.
As it turns out, there is more to cricket’s song than the equivalent of “Hey, baby!” in High Cricket.
Think about the speed at which a cricket lives: at room temperature, its heart beats many times faster than that of a human being. It lives only about 90 days.
So slow it down.
Slow it down until the sound is at the relative speed of a human life.
And what it becomes is angelic.
The cricket’s song reminds me to slow down and pay attention. Life is fleeting. There are magnificent things happening around me almost constantly.
Look for wonders, friends. They’re all about us.