"There is a short spell during the year in Trinidad when a kind of twilight comes between the sudden shift from light to dark. Actually, there is no such thing as twilight in the island, but for a week or so before the rainy season starts the daylight lingers for an extra hour. Candleflies flicker in the gloaming, birds wing across a sky reflecting yet another brilliant sunset, and cicadas relieve one another in making a continuous buzz to herald the wet months that are to follow. The buzzing starts as a spluttering, jerky sound, as if the creature was trying the notes of the scale at random, until it settles for a middle C and buzzes for a long minute. Astonishing the energy stored in that little body, for the droning is loud and clear. But more remarkable the continuity, for hardly does one stop than another begins a short distance away as if by pre-arranged signal, and no link slips from the chain of sound they maintain from dawn to dusk."