Every morning and evening these days is filled with the sounds of the cicadas’ chorus. At times it’s so loud and piercing that I can hear it indoors over music or other noises from electronic devices.
I know some folks hate the sound, but I find it comforting. It’s sort of a message that time is short and there’s still lots to do. It means that Summer’s end is getting within shouting distance, and my favorite season is just around the corner.