|Magicicada (it's really called that ;) )|
Summer's almost over. Because we had a baby a couple of months ago, summer went buy even faster than usual and I kind of missed most of it - we did not even leave the city once. There is a tree in my street that is home to a cicada. I like to sit by the window and listen to it late at night. The song of the cicada transports me. Hearing the cicada reminds me of summers long gone in Woodstock and Texas.