The driven rhythm of crickets behind sporadic croaking of frogs mesmerizes me. Sitting on the steps of my porch, I wonder at the glory of all this noise. These are the sounds of dusk, a time when, like the day, I darken. A shiver of lost time jolts my body like an electric shock, a ghost of a childhood memory clutches my chest, the mystery of nature renders me a thread of a fragment of nothing. I am never less sure of my existence as I am when I hear unseen beings tear the edges of the day from the universe, folding us all into darkness.