10 miles on the Rawland at sunset, the day yielding its warmth slowly, August to the last, promising just a little more Summer.
The light faded...
Night fell...
... and the Night Chorus sang out in all its glory, more raucous and varied than I've heard them since June. And there were cicadas! This matters to me because the other day I had briefly tricked myself into believing the Chris King hub "angry bee" freewheeling noise
was cicada song, and it was disappointing to realize the truth... but these bugs were the genuine article, I was definitely pedaling when I heard them...
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