When I was very little, I remember thinking, as I looked up at the stars in the warm summer sky, that the sound of the crickets was the sound of the stars twinkling.
Funny.
There are still warm summer nights I go out in my backyard, see the stars and hear the crickets, I think how wonderful it would be to again be so unencumbered by knowledge and life that I could make such a connection as I tried to work out the world around me.
Sigh. Brown cows and chocolate milk would likely be one of those connections.
“When I was very little, I remember thinking, as I looked up at the stars in the warm summer sky, that the sound of the crickets was the sound of the stars twinkling.”
Don’t be silly. The sound of crickets is the sound of liberals apologizing for liberal violence against conservatives.
Oh, I love that. Isn't that so sweet.