Almost into August. I was listening to the cicada's do their cicada song. More of a nearly deafening buzz than a song really, but what do I know? I'm not a hot female cicada looking for a stud. I've heard these bugs every summer I've spent in the midwest and I have never been able to find one. You would think it would be easy but the closer you get, it seems to be coming from some other direction. So I'll dumbly march off in the new direction only to hear it coming more from where I just was. Sneaky. It's a lot like trying to pin down a color. The longer you look at it, the less of it you see. You get 'eye fatigue' and your brain starts to tell you its greyer than it actually is. I'll spare the color theory lesson. The cicada's song is the drum beat backing the chorus of a mid-summer afternoon. I listen, and take my notes.
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