this morning, in the shower, i looked up through the window and saw my first 17-year cicada.
say what you will about the thought of a million very large flying bugs for every acre, but i can't wait to turn the lights off, open the windows, and listen.
cicada singing was the sound of summer twilight when i was a boy, and it is a sound i have missed. i, for one, am happy that the seventeen years are up, and that the noise is on its way back.
good morning, brood x.
Posted by dave at May 10, 2004 9:40 PM | TrackBackAhh, childhood nostalgia. Aint nothing like it.
Oh and from a critter standpoint, Specks must be soo pumped
Posted by: Melisa at May 11, 2004 1:05 AM | Permalink to CommentAlas, too bad the cicada-whisperer (that'd be you) is unavailable to tame the critters during our move. Moses parting the sea of chirping swarms so that we can haul boxes of books unmolested.
As you can guess, I'm less than pleased about the timing ;)
Posted by: Jason at May 11, 2004 8:44 AM | Permalink to Comment