Last night was another big storm, and I sat up and watched it. I saw them out there, glimpses of shadow and movement every time the lightning flashed. I wonder if they know we’re here, or if my glimpses are one-way? I hope they’re one way, but I fear more and more that they are not. I somehow get the feeling that they perceive us far more easily than we perceive them.
I went out for a walk early this morning, the air was still charged after the storm, it had an amazing feeling to it. The air was filled with this sound of little peep frogs and late summer insects, and I was actually starting to feel relaxed. Then I heard it again; that hum, the sound creeping in under the sounds of the street and the woods, an unwelcome interruption to my walk.