As I go to call the dog in tonight, the night sounds capture my attention.
Cold wind whispering and geese barking away at each other in the dark, harvested corn fields. Sounds of cold and loneliness, of bitterness and tightness on the way.
Contrast to the peepers chirping away in the ditches and puddles in the spring... Sounds of hope and warmth and joy, of blossoming and bursting on the way.
Close the door, and be grateful for its presence.