Found

When I go walking in the late evening, I hear creature sounds. Oftentimes it is neighborhood dogs barking; but sometimes, when the hounds are quiet, it is the night birds calling. This evening, there was a different sound; I am not sure what it was. Perhaps insect, but sounding more like frog -- except where is the water that such frogs would need? Perhaps in the arroyo. I shall have to listen more closely.

I do like the night noises: voices of comfort, they draw attention away from the difficulties of the day and towards the rejuvenating calm of the nighttime.

Found

The flow of your voice
loosens the sand
that clings to my skin;
in a last rasp of whisper
the red salt stops its torment.

Soft and warm
you encircle me,
into the cave of my ear
your lips infuse a mantra,
over and over
to coax the well awake. 

- John O'Donohue, Echoes of Memory