The frogs outside are singing. It is constant, and if you isolate it, close to deafening. I stood listening to it outside my front door, frozen, key outstretched inches from the lock. Noise at night seems so surreal. You would tend to think of night as being rather quiet. Walking down the sidewalk from the Houston Deppe Mansion you can hear water rushing loudly through the drains. Also enough to stop you in your tracks.

Listen to my new favorite song. By the New Pornographers.
It's best loud.