you're gonna love it..
some areas of the country are more saturated than others. the sounds resonate from the trees like buzz saws at full power but quickly idling just to be given full power again.
as a kid you don't think about it. it just is, and you accept it because you don't know otherwise. mainly at dusk is when the sound permeates the outer spectrum of the ear drum and you listen intently as its your signal that its time to go home. there was comfort in that sound. like a mother's cry. some days you'd hope you didn't hear the sounds, one more hour of sun so that you wouldn't forget what the day felt like. nature has it's own agenda though. it can't be bothered with adolescent hopefuls and wide eyed dreamers. nature has a job to do and it must not be interrupted.
it's that sound however. cicadas in trees. hundreds of them. that's the sound that keeps me up at night. the sound that when i'm so tired i can't think, all i hear is locust in my head. this is a true thing. it's not some horrible segue into a fictional story. it's the sound i hear even at this very moment. without sound i still have sound and will until my body gives up and i leave this world. it's a curse of annoying proportions.
i thought of something today though. what if the reason i hear this sound. this once lovely reminder that there was a loving mother awaiting my return with good food and company. is just a way to hold onto a time where the only worry i had was whether or not i would make it home in time for dinner. such simple moments that we take for granted later in life. it's as if i have this constant reminder to slow down and listen for the sound that takes me back there. a sound that will be with me forever so that i never forget that there are moments every single day that i will miss if i don't pay attention. my mothers cry, cicadas in the trees calling me home and letting me know... that i am loved.
as a kid you don't think about it. it just is, and you accept it because you don't know otherwise. mainly at dusk is when the sound permeates the outer spectrum of the ear drum and you listen intently as its your signal that its time to go home. there was comfort in that sound. like a mother's cry. some days you'd hope you didn't hear the sounds, one more hour of sun so that you wouldn't forget what the day felt like. nature has it's own agenda though. it can't be bothered with adolescent hopefuls and wide eyed dreamers. nature has a job to do and it must not be interrupted.
it's that sound however. cicadas in trees. hundreds of them. that's the sound that keeps me up at night. the sound that when i'm so tired i can't think, all i hear is locust in my head. this is a true thing. it's not some horrible segue into a fictional story. it's the sound i hear even at this very moment. without sound i still have sound and will until my body gives up and i leave this world. it's a curse of annoying proportions.
i thought of something today though. what if the reason i hear this sound. this once lovely reminder that there was a loving mother awaiting my return with good food and company. is just a way to hold onto a time where the only worry i had was whether or not i would make it home in time for dinner. such simple moments that we take for granted later in life. it's as if i have this constant reminder to slow down and listen for the sound that takes me back there. a sound that will be with me forever so that i never forget that there are moments every single day that i will miss if i don't pay attention. my mothers cry, cicadas in the trees calling me home and letting me know... that i am loved.
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