It is 9:30 and I am walking back from the market through a warm night. The air is full of the calls of crickets, frogs, cicadas, and sundry other beasts, all saying “HEY WHO WANTS SUM FUK”. If I was still in Seattle the only voices raised in that chorus would be frat bros.
I am in the middle of the city. Not out in the burbs. This is kind of amazing.