cricket song at dawn

[gurdonark]

Home to me is the sound of crickets just before dawn. Then again, home to me is also the sound of a train passing by at 4 in the morning, because the house I grew up in was a block or two from the tracks. I loved to wake up in the predawn hours and watch the
passenger cards fly by, window after window after window of each car. When I was a child in Arkansas, mosquitos were a perpetual
problem, so trucks with huge barrels of DDT drove through the streets, misting a vaguely pleasing smoke throughout town.
This, too, is a "home" memory for me, although the DDT was
not good for me. Home is also lightning bugs on July nights, and
small bats breezing overhead. I never see bats or lightning bugs in my current suburb,but at least I hear birdsong, and cricket song, and that's also home for me.

Comments

[marstokyo.livejournal.com]

You'll be pleased to hear that right here in Baltimore City (not the burbs) we have lightening bugs, mosquitos AND little bats swooping around at twilight!! Very rarely I can hear a train passing in the distance, but there's no DDT trucks.@

[mouchette.livejournal.com]

Those are wonderful sounds, all of them.

In the midst of London my home sounds are train horns and police sirens and car alarms. Strangely all to do with modes of transport ... Oh and at the weekends there's the sound of football supporters singing in the nearby stadium. Oddly, all of these sounds I've kind of come to love.

horns

[gurdonark.livejournal.com]

I spent a summer in London during college.
I have a vivid memory of walking on a cool Sunday morning in Camden town while several
burglar alarms trilled from nearby buildings; the whole effect was unique, and yet somehow not unpleasant.