I stepped over the threshold and breathed in the spring air. The murmur was already eveident. I continued on this evening ramble to the added sound of "ki-deer, ki-deer" while in the background the murmur continud.
Was this cacohony or symphony? My ears heard symphony. The frogs were never silent.
With darkness decending to right and dusk disappearing swiftly into night at left I could barely hear the scrunch of my footsteps on the road. The murmur had grown to a near deafening roar as I approached the stretch with water on both sides. There seemed the clucking of prairie chickens or ducks ready to take flight. The symphony continued with clearly marked dynamic fading and drifting.
I continued on the path with an ever growing appreciation for the orchestration.