Whisperings in the dark

Darkness fell. We were all talking in hushed voices as we waited for it. Then a sound.


"Do you hear that?" my wife whispered to me.


"Darling, you know I am hearing impaired, of course I can't hear that!" was my somewhat annoyed reply. "What does it sound like anyway?"


"It's like a bicycle coming to a screeching halt followed by air escaping from a blown tire." 


I tried to imagine that sound.


Then some movement. Flashlights were turned on. I peeped through my camera lens towards where the light was being directed.


"Do you see it?" It was my wife again, whispering.


"Yes, but all I am seeing is the butt," I answered also in a whisper. "And I'm having a hard time focusing!"


Then it was gone. We waited once more, conversing in soft murmurs. After a while the braking bicycle sound again filled the night. Flashlights were aimed at it but we still saw nothing but butt.


A change of tactic was formulated. 


"Let us go to the other side. We should be able to get a better angle there," our host suggested.


So we did. 


Finally, success! A full frontal view was obtained. The flashlight beams were sufficient enough for auto-focusing and an acceptable photograph. We uttered suppressed squeals of delight. There was happy talk, albeit in undertones, as we returned to our original spot.


I turned to my wife and asked, "Why are we whispering?"


"So as not to spook our quarry." was her logical answer.


"But we are standing next to a swimming pool with folks splashing around and talking in normal voices!"


A smile. Then silence.


Here is the result of so much whisperings in the dark:

Please see the blogs of our friends Trinket and Maia about the same subject of whisperings in the dark.