Crescent moon night

Sun Apr 26, 8:30 PM. Peepers Really Loud, vaguely reminiscent of a needle screech on a record. Sort of a high, rich, vaguely irritating noise. One owl hoot, from afar. Rustling in the leaves around, one soft snap. Grass clumps dark, dead leaves lighter. Hint of another soprano call a little below the peepers'. Clouds almost to the zenith. Little wind. No insects to be noticed; I expected mosquitos as the day hit 84. Probably low 70s now. After a while a breeze pops up, then a gust, then a bigger gust, creating a sense that something's about to happen. The smells these carry are rich, hummus and moisture and plant breath, like the tropical room at the Brooklyn conservatory. I focus on relaxing my eyes, ears, self to take in whatever offers itself; it's beautiful but almost too much. Up at the zenith the big dipper presents itself, but the north star is hidden. On the way back I find a very very thin crescent moon resting in the treeline to the northwest.