Feeling Time

It is nice out at the park this evening. The trees leaves create a canopy that begins to spin slowly if you stare long enough upward. The crickets just started singing as if in unison to welcome the still distant but inevitable sunset. The days are long this time of year. I wonder if the crickets comprehend time or if it is just a feeling that surges over the population to commence. If I was blind I wonder if I could tell when it was growing dark. I wonder if I could feel dusk. Would I even care to know? or would I only care to feel…