What I miss the most about the country is the sound of night.

The steady, wavering chorus of ground crickets, tree crickets, katydids, and other insects provides the background noise of a quiet evening. Punctuated with the croaking of treefrogs and green frogs, and interrupted by the occasional sound of a larger mammal, or pierced by the roar of a lonely car, quiet country evenings is how I remember many of my happiest places.