It’s going to be something. All at once, millions of us, perhaps billions, coming out of the darkness into the light. Breathing the fresh air. Spreading our wings after cramped confinement. Issuing forth a great and thunderous buzz, an affirmation of life. I can almost see myself out in the back yard, on the trunk of the greening maple tree, wings flapping like the devil trying to attract a comely, bug-eyed…
Wait. What? Well, there I go again, letting the animal spirits in the marketplace get the better of me. I’m not a cicada, I keep telling myself. But it’s hard not to relate. Sure, the Brood X periodical cicadas have been cowering underground for the past 17 years while we’ve had to endure but a year of it, hiding behind locked doors and windows or glaring out from behind masks when we do venture out. But now the brood has begun their emergence throughout 15 states in the Eastern U.S., eager to get on with life. And so too, we pandemic-stricken humans. |
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