― Sunday morning I sat outside in my backyard while I waited for the girls to rise. The song of the cicadas quickly puts me in a trance. There are at least a million of them around me I can hear them. I can sense them. Millions of madly, insanely male cicadas lusting for their female counterpart. It's a love song a mating call and she can hear it. Their begging call traveling through the trees ... "mate her". This will be the choir, the symphony that will take me all the way into the Fall. [...].