The fact that Iím sitting here listening to the crickets chirping outside after nine oíclock at night tells you a couple of things about where I live. For one, it tells you I live where there are crickets. On occasion Iíve heard crickets in town, but not in the great numbers and variety of pitches you can hear out here. Itís an advanced chorus of bugs.
It also tells you that I live in a place where I feel comfortable and safe sitting by an open door in the dead of night. Iíve never had any reason to doubt the security of my little section of the homeland. Sometimes I donít even lock my door when I go to bed. Okay, I admit itís mostly because I forget, but still, it doesnít bother me. Itís a lifelong habit to lock the place up tight, but Iím okay with forgetting.