It’s buzzing and blowing around these parts.  The hum of the cicadas deafening, but also comforting.  Their shells cover our cars and trees and sidewalks, evidence of their short life above ground.  Shedding, mating, dying.

Winds have torn up trees from their roots and destroyed homes.  In minutes, the weather changes from calm to tempestuous.  Then the sun shines as if nothing ever happened at all.

This strange summer is unpredictable.  But it is only a season, and fall will bring the colors we forgot existed.