|There's no ignoring the signs that summer is getting ready to call it quits.|
A choir of crickets sings a chorus outside my window. They're competing for the background noise win against the hum of my neighbour's air conditioning unit spewing cacophonous white noise. Felix, the dog from two doors down, adds a well-timed, high-pitched bark that, like a staccato beat, keeps time while the fleeting crescendo and decrescendo of passing cars adds another layer to the soundtrack of summer in north-end St. Catharines.
It's a seasonal anthem on heavy rotation these glorious August nights when temperatures slip to a threshold that ushers us to the nearest window so we can fling it open and surround ourselves with summer's offerings for all our senses.