Postulate 

I sit in silent noise

Hearing crickets stridulate

Calling a potential mate

It is fairly loud

Even with windows closed

Yet at the same time

Tranquil.

The humidity

Fosters a need in me

To stay cool

However I have a need

To connect and absorb

My outdoor environment

My inner connect web of existence.

This time of year

Is a beckoning

To summers end

However not by choice

within me Is a sadness

That will linger

Until the days

Again grow longer.

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