This morning I got up about an hour and a half before my alarm. I was awake and the cats knew I was awake so there was no point in faking it. So, I went about my business and did my morning stuff.

I am still doing the loving-kindness meditation. So, I focused on my breath, I let thoughts go when they popped into my head. But, one thought kept coming back. Crickets. Crickets. Crickets. I was like Arthur Dent with the word ‘yellow’ floating around his head looking for something to attach to. Crickets. It is autumn now. Crickets. Isn’t it nice to hear one last summer song. Crickets. Crickets. Crickets. Crickets.

Then, I noticed that there was a glitch in the cricket song. Like an abrupt reset in the middle of the chirp. So, I breathed and I breathed out and listened for it. It happened again. This is when I remembered that my new morning alarm on my phone is the sound of crickets. No one last summer songs for me. I get a summer song every morning!

Sometimes, even when you are trying to be present and aware you still contextualize things. I brought a story to those crickets and that story was wrong.

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