The frogs are still singing

I don't know why that's so important, or why of all the things going on in my life today that is the one that brings me to write.  But it feels better.  Each Spring and early Summer, the frogs in our yard sing.  I suppose it's a mating thing.  It's not even so much of a song as just this high note, but somehow it always makes me feel better, as though no matter what else in the world is happening, my frogs are still there, unaffected, singing.  Life goes on, doesn't it?