When I was little, I thought the hum of the cicadas were mysterious little sirens in the trees. They still remind me of that. My kids even know how much I love them; some days they'll stop what they're doing and say, "Listen Mom, your favorite sound!"
But it never lasts long enough. The warm midnight breezes and staying up way too late; mourning doves and cardinals waking me before my alarm, and the cicada song serenading me while I walk.
Take it all in and save it up. These memories will come in handy in February.