images before the bugs eat me alive

tree frogs croaking…. pleasant rhythmic soothing constant

cicadas obnoxious whirring … intermittent annoying, intoxicating

engines coming to rest… local young-adults parking their Maximum-Sound-Quality-equipped vehicles on the street

all of which, combined with the after-sundown low-light (and I suppose the many evening scents of which I am unaware) allow my 12-year-old beloved cancer-ridden Labrador and I to just enjoy the evening.