The early winter evening finds the land comfortably settled into a frozen position. Dense clouds gray the sky, and from these clouds snow flurries fall.
The roaring sound of cicada tymbals has noticeably quieted. The next generation of periodical cicadas is young and silent. After hatching from eggs laid in trees, they will fall to the ground and tunnel into the earth, where they will live in darkness for years. These days it is the lightning bugs who are putting on a show.
