...ramblin'...

I could have sworn I heard the cicadas last night. It was just city noises, and wishful thinking.

the cicadas have been persistant this year,
not even bothering to pause during the day.
they are frantic to get out just one more dusty call
before they become a series of empty shells.

This is one of the essences of a Kansas City summer. I miss it there. I am discovering, though, the things that I love about New York (Brooklyn in particular) that will some day make my missing list.