As the night rolls in, you might hear the bats as they patrol for insects, blipping away like the sound of a fork on a plate, but the volume turned low, low. Together, they sound like summer night.
When I tell people I swam with porpoises over vacation, they don’t wait for me to tell them the rest of the story before they fill in the details themselves. It’s not what they imagine. If anything, it’s closer to Jaws.