Friday, August 19, 2011
Week-end Simple: Listen to the cicadas
For me, summer begins on a dusky night in mid-June when I spy my first firefly. "Firefly!" I say aloud, like a child, resisting the temptation to find a jar, poke holes in the lid, and capture enough fireflies to make a lantern.
Likewise, I know the summer is coming to an end when the song of the cicadas punctuates the hot, thick August air. I am fascinated by cicadas, by how they can be so noisy yet invisible, and how their songs can be distinguished, if one listen's closely.
The cicadas whine all day, but it's at night when I really listen. Sitting outside, or laying in bed with the windows open, the cicadas' elegiac song is a lullaby signaling the end of another summer.
Posted by My French Corner at 8:38 AM