Almost nothing signals late summer to me like the sound of cicadas. I understand that in some southern states this year, the cicada population is going to be prodigious – 1.5 million per acre in some areas. As if we needed another reason for this to be a “special” year.
I went out tonight in search of cicadas, but they are elusive, their noise coming from everywhere, but invisibly. I am surrounded by their shrill mating call which rises and falls and at sunset disappears altogether. They are the sound of my childhood, of hot August days, of early bedtimes when they got to stay up later than I, of humidity and that one oscillating fan that I wished would just blow on me all the time rather than moving back and forth. When the cicadas started their annual song, I knew the end of summer was coming and school would start soon.
Look at these photos I took tonight and hear the electric buzz of the cicadas in the background. They are there. Summer is coming to an end.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
Lynniebeemuseoday 
You captured it so well!
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