The sounds of summer resonate through the years. Among others, there are the haunting calls of doves heard in early morning soon after sunrise, sometimes mistaken for the sad hooting of owls. Lilting sea winds are audible when they pass through the stately oaks by the beach road, whispered voices soothing to those who listen. And at night come the seasonal sounds of cicadas, harsh to the ear, but invoking memorable spells, reserved for summer nights by hosts of small insects.
Diary, summer 2016
From the diary of beach walker George Thatcher,
email: firstname.lastname@example.org. Collections of Mr. Thatcher’s observations are available from Quail Ridge Press, www.quailridge.com or 800-343-1583.