Monday, August 31, 2015

Cicada (243/365)

“I guess I felt attached to my weakness. My pain and suffering too. Summer light, the smell of a breeze, the sound of cicadas - if I like these things, why should I apologize?”
― Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase

TIME: 6:16 AM
PLACE: Back door

I heard him way before I saw him hanging out on the storm door frame.
The sound of cicadas = summer to me.

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