You don’t know dark until you live in the country.
I raised the bedroom window to let in the dark and cool night air. The sound was at first deafening, all those katydids doing their nightly dance. Later the noise died down some, enough to hear the coyotes yip-yip-yipping on a nearby ridge. A lonely and eerie sound echoing around the valley and through my open window.
Of course if you live here all the time you take it for granted - the dark, the quiet, the night sounds. But if you live part of the time in a campground with streetlights near an interstate, then the dark and the quiet become elusive memories... until you find them again and know you are home.
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again