The harvest Moon and Jupiter peered between clouds through a slot in the trees. A nearby owl hooted as we walked the deserted street. Cicadas, commonly called katydids, buzzed out their morning song as the dawn brightened and burnished clouds with an orange glow. Birds awoke to serenade us with their chirping, singing, and cawing, as sunrise approached. A stay cicada lay on the pavement, and acorns could be heard falling upon the surrounding brush. Finally the sun arose, burnishing the treetops in gold, as another walker passed by, face in his iPhone, wearing earbuds, missing it all.
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