a simple comfort...
the last few days i have been listening to the sound of the cicadas in the trees. it reminds me of when i was young, and my father took me out to find their molted shells on the pine trees in our yard. yesterday, after listening to their comforting songs...i did just that. funny how something as simple as the song of an insect can flood one's mind with old memories.
i love that they leave this evidence of their former selves quietly perched on a pine - while they have clearly shed their skin and flew on. a new beginning - a new life.
as i say goodbye to so many of my friends this summer who are relocating or returning stateside (of which i am just awful with goodbyes) - it makes me think of this little cicada and her new beginning - her new life.
