There’s something in the air that makes me want to seek him.
Perhaps it’s the strong winds blowing
that late into the night
remind me of his longing passion.
There’s something in the air tonight that makes me want to find him.
Maybe it’s the silent reminder
of the long lost callers;
the memory of their voices lost in out collective ignorance.
There’s something in the air tonight that makes me hope I never need him.
Because one day he’ll also become silence,
and only the wind rattling the forest will remain.
->Monteverde area, UGA campus, June 18th 2016, while listening to the silence that should have been filled by all the long lost frogs, were we there 20 years earlier. A single caller all night, heavy winds, and rain. The most beautiful forest, straight out of dreams, but all the frogs are gone.