A Night-Time Jungle

chirping, whispering, tinkling, whistling.

The night hums, breathes—a slow, endless murmur of unseen life. Crickets weave a high, silver thread; frogs call, low and round, from shadowed pools. Leaves stir with something slipping, silent. Distant, an owl cries—brief, knowing. The jungle listens, ancient and patient, holding its secrets in the dark.

image by Scott Webb (@scottwebb)