Sincerely, MAB

As I walked to the bus from work today, the cicadas were singing loudly, reminding me that summer does not last forever. It's strange: for me, cicadas are the sound of late August, those last two weeks before going back to school. They are the sounds of a lazy day at the campsite or the sound of canoeing on the lake. The distinctive buzzing of the cicada on a humid summer afternoon brings back such vivid memories of carefree days, it's almost intoxicating.

I'm really not sure why, but today I really felt, in my bones, that summer was beginning to pack it's belongings and prepare for the journey into fall. It's the end of July but you can feel it in the cooling nights, hear it in the frantic buzzing of the cicadas and smell it in that intoxicating earthiness in the air.

I can't say that I welcome this time of year, as it also conjures up memories of the anxiety of going back to school and the feeling of distinct terminality. But then again, fall just means that the spring is only a few months away.

- Posted from the 67 - Nepean Centre.