I had never heard cicadas before.
I come from a place where winter rules for eight of twelve months, the remaining four being fraught with mosquitoes and heavy rain. Now I had suddenly found myself in a paradise. Unexpected but certainly no accident.
Lush woods welcomed me, their trees brimming with large, waxy leaves. Blue skies and red rocks standing in solemn geographic cathedrals as far as my eye could see.
Hopefully, in February I’ll be back…..!!