There was warmth, stickiness, day lilies, cobwebs in the woods, ground fog in the morning and red-winged blackbirds in the cattails.
There were industrial strength lawnmowers next door; they made a fine whirring sound. And traffic noise, always more prevalent this season because I'm outside to hear it.
But these weren't what I was looking for. It was the high-pitched keening, the happy crescendo, the sultry lullaby. I was waiting for cicadas. Now that they're here, summer can begin.