Writing in the dark…
July 24, 2010 § 17 Comments
(poolside, just after twilight…)
As we sat there, two cicadas, apparently having sworn a suicide pact, dive-bombed into the pool, their shrill buzzes going soggy, then silent.
We cheered Snarl who immediately went into the pool to fish them out.
“One’s upside down!” he shouted.
“Hurry!” I called from my safe seat at the wood table where the summer beer bottles were lining up and the little “Off” fan was keeping away the giant feeding mosquitoes.
“Got ’em, got ’em both!” he yelled back and walked out of the water, both cicadas clinging to the side of his beer bottle.
“Don’t bring them to the table!” Nor said. “Don’t!” and she jumped up and ran to the back door, but quickly returned.
“Huge moth at the patio door,” she whispered to me, and slid back into her seat.
Snarl was taking the big buzzers to one of the trees at the fence edge. They had shaken off their momentary stun.
Summer sings. It flaps and flies. It laughs.