This Cicada Faery sat on a branch outside the window just looking at me...obviously waiting for me to notice the first song of the Cicadas this spring.

It has been a while now since we heard them...March perhaps...its now late September and early Spring. But the days have been very warm.

So once she caught my eye and then blinked out...I began to hear them again...I love the sound of the Cicadas...although by high summer they can become almost deafening.

They mean life...family, childhood... summer, all that is familiar.