Part 3: Karma Backbeat
The second i put my hand on the doorknob to our apartment, i heard the dusty rattle of a cicada. but, it was inside the apartment, it was so close... and out of season.
A Gentleman of Strength
There was a cicada buzzing in ame's ear, only it wasn't really a cicada, it was the alarm clock. he swatted it and the sound stopped. unsettled by his dream, he elected not to sleep anymore.
Infiltration: Part 1
The night was a newborn; the moon crawled across the sky as the droning hum of cicadas resonated in the storm-charged air.
August 5: Pure, Ephemeral, Beautiful
Then, every sound became clearer: the sound of the river's flow, the cicada's songs, the leaves brushing each other as the breeze blows, and the difference in me and juuichi-san's footsteps. his footsteps had a larger gap than mine.
The Model - Chapter Nine
The night air was silent apart from the cicadas chirping in the distance. "it must be nice having this pool here," i marvelled. "when my parents first moved here the pool was pretty disgusting and the tiles were all cracked," kurt explained.
Dad Camp Day 8
The sound of cicadas greeted them as they exited the mine. elliot held up the clue, "north of the lake you go, travel near and far with a bro, down the river and through the woods, the mountain throws its goods."
An Ounce of Prevention
cicada songs in the summer months, all accented only by the sound of chain and derailleur, and the percussion of twenty-nine inch wheels making mincemeat of tree roots.
Always Know What You're Pouncing On
Joel, defeated for a second time, crept off into the tall grass hoping to find a grasshopper or cicada, since their tussle probably scared off any other prey already. he hadn't gone far before he saw something moving in the grass.
Tribal Encounter
After that relaxing little shower nathan jumped back into the water and swam around for a bit before he returned to his tent to lay down for a while meditating to the sounds of the birds and cicadas the music the forest produced made him relax a little more
Trial by Combat
cicadas buzzed in the trees that dotted the village, and grasshoppers sawed in the tall grass of the plains around it. it was one of the hottest afternoons yet this year, the dog days of summer bringing their full fury to bear.
To the Last Memory of John and Syd
Together were we released when cicadas spoke in the tangled oaks and summer’s heat increased. together our bare feet knew the town from route eight to second east. together we’d go to the loon-loud lake when the afternoons grew dry.
The Natural Flow of Water
The water-frogs and cicadas could be heard. the cicadas starting to emerge. or something like them. sometimes, all the sounds blended together to create one, unifying sound. a late-spring, early-summer sound.