When the rural gets so green in Hawai'i at night geckos hurl scratchy volumes into the night and still they welcome you back to slumber. This far into countryside the irritating banal becomes melodic. Counting on insects, animals, and peoples to throw off screeches is customary now, five years into the listening. Where would I be without them? Is painful ear ache—too much noise and then too much silence—the only way to maturity? Nope.