Cicada Voices Rising in the sun

Early one morning, I was sitting quietly outside and heard the sound of cicadas. I tapped into their call and response from one tree to another, vibrating with life.

As I listened, there was a pause before the next group responded. I followed the sound off in the distance, the burst of vibration, the pause, another burst farther away. Soon it had circled back closer.

Amazed by all the voices, conversation understood. Pausing is reflection time. What do you hear right now? Any pauses?