It’s early morning and I can hear the crickets singing all around me. Odd, I’m in a parking lot and it’s daylight.

But if I close my eyes I can imagine that I’m sitting in a clearing surrounded by trees. The sun hits my skin the same way, the air feels and smells the same, and the crickets sing as if they have no idea they are surrounded by man.

It’s moments like this that remind me how interconnected everything is. I am here, so are they. We will never meet, yet they bring me peace with their movements.

I wonder if anyone else in this parking lot has stopped to listen to the ringing sounds in the air. They all seem too busy for it, but who knows. Maybe they hear it and appreciate it as they carry about their business.

I’m grateful for the parking lot crickets.