ad Lucem

I always have mixed emotions when the cicadas show up. I feel warm inside because transported back to the summer days of my childhood, when we'd find the empty cicada shells and sometimes a live one. We once found one just beginning to break out of its shell and put it in a box to watch it emerge. Once it was out, but still not ready to fly we took it back outside and put it on a tree branch to dry out and take wing. But instead a bird flew down and carried it off.

Oh yeah, mixed emotions. They always start up in the later second half of summer, which means summer is drawing to its close, when the time of browning and of fallen leaves takes hold, and we begin the long slide into the cold of winter. A sort of melancholy feeling.

The circle of life. Cicadas are adorable little noise makers. Hopefully the little one found Cicaeezus and is at peace.

Buzz never laid an egg.
And so he never died.
As later was discovered.
He was secretly a guy