Night Jeep Sitting

It's 9:50pm on a Sunday night. Outside my apartment complex is far from quiet. Cicada's fill the air with their nighttime song. The sound of cars passing left and right interrupts the tune of the cicadas but only for a minute. Each car sounds different but before I can analyze the sound it's gone. My neighbor is outside directing her friend where to park. She screams after being startled by a frog. The scream carries and ceases all other sounds briefly but then cicadas and traffic fill the night again.