Summer in Alabama is hot. No, not just hot, humid. Humidity so thick, your brow breaks at first contact. It’s like a wall of fresh-raked drywall. But as hot as it gets, as early in the year as it gets, Summer isn’t Summer until the cicada sing.
Cicada are amazing little critters. They can lull you to sleep when the humidity is just right. They can wake you up in the early morning with their screaming. They can top trees and crawl grounds.
Summer isn’t Summer until the cicada sing.
They’ll eat beans They don’t sting. They just sing.
On a mostly humid night, windows open, ears open, the cicada make me sleep.
