I cannot pinpoint what I associate these sounds with, memories from my childhood partly, life as it is now, a peacefulness that is different than any other time of year, but they are sounds that make me feel safe. They are soothing and comforting and steady sounds that are unchanging from year to year.
They bring back memories of my childhood; sleeping in my bedroom with the windows open and thinking that the sounds were coming from something eating all the leaves on the trees.
Sometimes I am reminded of feelings of loneliness by these crickets and frogs. I feel tears burn in my eyes and I am not really sure why, but there is sadness and emptiness. Just as quickly as I feel those tears and feelings come on they pass me by and the tears dry.
Mostly, I feel full. Full of happiness, full of promise, full of hope, full of expectation. I do not know why, but I get overwhelmed and I feel the tears burn again, but this time for a different reason.
It is during this time early in the morning, sometime between 3 and 6, when the crickets and frogs sing their song to me, that I know everything is going to be just fine. I am at peace in the mornings. I may crawl back into bed for another couple of hours, but I know that when I do get up to start my day I have some more of this time left just for me, and for that I am thankful.