The Cicada Calendar

The Loudly Singing, Wholly Unintentional Time Bandits

THE SUN HAD SET, AND YOU COULD HEAR THEIR URGENT CALLS ACROSS THE TREETOPS.  It was as if the air was being rip-sawed into small pieces. We headed to the tavern for refuge, and more soothing human voices.

“In just two cycles I went from young to old. And, oh yeah, the world changed too.”