Cicadas and the Time Capsule of Memories

     This evening the cicadas are out for their final mating season of the summer.  The loud screeching hum brought my cat, Ebenezer Rouge scurrying up to his window bed to see what was causing the commotion.  He paused and glanced out the window.  Slowly the humming stopped and he lost interest.
     The incident suddenly brought me the notion that these emerging cicadas were actually tucked into the Earth waiting to emerge seventeen years ago.  That would have made it 2008.  What was I doing in 2008?  In 2008 my daughter was only a year and a half old.  
     I was immediately brought back to the summer months of 2008.  So vividly I recall sitting on the front porch in summer evenings with my husband and daughters.  We would grill hamburgers and play music.  Our family was complete and happy.
     Sometimes my oldest was out with friends or a sleepover.  Usually it was just my husband and our baby girl.  My oldest daughter would take her baby sister down to the pond in the stroller and catch tadpoles.  Sometimes we would all sit and listen to the cicadas.  
     It occurred to me these emerging adults were the larvae tucked away during that time in our lives together.  Down into the Earth they stayed for the past 17 years, unaware of our human lives and the changes that have unfolded during their hibernation.  They emerge unaware they were witnesses to our lives and happiness.  They emerge ready to start the cycle of life all over again.
    It was amazing to me that the song of a cicada was actually a time capsule of sorts.  With the loud humming of nature's song they took me back to the summer of 2008.  For just a brief moment I could hold that memory as if nothing changed.  Only seventeen years later, it's all so different.
      I'm thankful for those memories.  It's like God made things in nature to preserve a moment of our lives.  To briefly take us there with a song of a cicada.  For just a moment, everything was as it was.




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