We took a walk after dinner last night, the first quarter moon bright enough to make shadows of our bodies in the otherwise dark evening. We headed for the bike path, looking to be deafened by the chorus of frogs...We weren't disappointed. I wish I could photograph the sound for you. To my very amateur ears, there were the peepers, the chorus frogs and the wood frogs, each with their own pitch and cadence. My hand full of small girl's hand or crook of husband's arm, it was a walk out-of-time, suspended in the silhouetted branches of the still-bare trees.