... Besides, the frogs are putting on quite a show tonight. It'd be rude not to sit still and listen for a bit. For a while I lived on an abandoned farm on a small island. No electricity or running water. It was awesome. A major pleasure was going to sleep at night - each day would have a different combination of creatures often with one taking the lead, louder than the rest. I came to love listening to those natural concertos. The world is absolutely alive tonight. Cicadas have joined in with the chorus of frogs and crickets.
Such an inspiring place. I was thiking of wrting a little essay about my time there, but it seems a bit self-indulgent. Edit: I forgot to mention - when you said about waking up there - it reminds me first arrivnig. A 45 minute walk from the nearest village where we hadn't arrived until just after sunset. Stumbling around the hillside and entrance, making makeshift beds and noticing for the first time how mysterious it is arriving somewhere new in the dark. No idea really where you are until daybreak - waking up in a completely new environment.