Life trajectory through cicada timeline:
1987 — As a competitive runner, I was highly annoyed at them. Feeling them hit my face and hearing the crunch on the ground as I ran.
Happy when they were gone.
2004 — Not much of a competitive runner at this point but still chasing…”I’m forever in pursuit and I don’t even know what I’m chasing.” — Harold Abrahams from Chariots of Fire.
Didn’t really notice the cicadas.
2021 — I take walks just to be amongst them. I see them. I hear them. I feel them. There’s something to be said about hearing ones voice after 17 years of slumber. Or even longer.
I hope I’m around for the next version of Brood X. And I’m curious about how I will perceive them.
