I have always been fascinated by the Cicada. Thier sound is so nostalgic to me, ingrained in my subconscious, it feels unnatural to be without thier distinctive, rhythmic reverberations in the summer. And, rather curiously, despite thier sound being loud and somewhat imposing, I find it deeply comforting. There are stories of this shared appreciation of these creatures in cultures throughout the world.
Though some cicadas are annual (like this one), many are periodic, living underground for 13 or 17 years, all emerging at once to reproduce. Somehow they know how to accurately measure time, coordinate with each other, and of course practice a great deal of patience. This blows my mind.
I remember as a child finding thier brown exoskeletons often sticking to a plant or the side of a tree. I liked to collect them. When Brae found this Cicada it brought back these childhood memories. I think about the memories that are forming in him. I am in wonder of it all.