



There’s a certain sound to a Southern summer. A humming and chirping that drawls long like our accents and loops around, down and back up again. When I moved back to Winston for good, I was afraid I’d lost this symphony. That the drone of the city would drown out the rhythms I grown up with and accustomed to.
Walking back from the post office today in the rain, I noticed this little maestro clinging to the side of a brick building and smiled. It’s nice to know the sounds of the past can merge with those of the future. And sometimes, it’s just good to see a familiar face, no matter how creepy or crawly he may be.
| EWilson | Its the small things!
Posted Tue, 08/26/2008 - 15:51
Its the small things!
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| sarahthequeen05 | Aren't they amazing! The
Posted Fri, 08/29/2008 - 21:29
Aren't they amazing! The exoskeletal shells scared me when I was little, but I've come to find them fascinating. The larva actually nest in those shells underground for 13 or 17 years, both prime numbers, so that the two predators that they have, both of which only live 3-5 years, have less of a chance of getting to them. It's pretty miraculous when you think about it.
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| lewilso3 | Brilliant! Keep up the great
Posted Tue, 09/02/2008 - 14:24
Brilliant! Keep up the great writing sis...i love it!
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