We have cicadas (semi) in our neighborhood now. First time for me to hear them in person. I haven’t seen them yet, but walking past an old wooden building down the block with a raked sand garden and trees in front, you can’t miss the sound. Their whirring-screeching-whine pierces the thick summer air like spinning sawteeth. I wonder how anyone living next to the screaming can stand it.
The semi are telling me to catch up on my blog. I have more pressing tasks at hand — work and sleep, but I’ll try to post a recording soon.