Wednesday, March 17, 2010

One Way Street

I live at the end of a one way street. Below us, it a creek that trickles in some places, and white waters in others. In the winter time, all you hear is rushing river. In the summer, I listen to frogs all night long. They put me to sleep, as I open my windows and leave them like that all night.
A big group of frogs just started up, and I can hear them from the creek. Summer is coming.

1 comment:

Rachel.d.Hurley said...

this makes my heart SCREAM with excitement.