The other day was cool enough that we could keep the windows open, not needing to close up the house to keep out the daytime heat. And it was a quiet day for me, so I found myself paying much more attention to what I heard.

No human voices. No traffic or cars or sirens.

Crickets. Two levels of them. A continuous ckckckckckckckc, softer, and a louder intermittent ckck    ckck   ckck   ckck.  The freezer, our one ongoing house noise of the summer, low and buzzing, mmmmmmmmm.

Birdsong, like the conversations of those sitting in a coffee house midmorning, some with constant chatter, some  with only occasional outbursts. Some voices blending together, others distinct.

Crop dusters in the distance, the small planes getting slightly louder then softer than louder again as they go back and forth over a field in strips, veering off into the sky to loop back around for another pass. A helicopter in the other direction, lower, more throbbing, more steady, probably performing the same task.

What does your day sound like?