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Okay, so summer has been here for a bit. We've done the thing. Sweat the sweat, drank the drink, got out of town a bit, with more getting-out-of-town to get got.
I don't know if you've heard about the East Coast heat wave, or maybe these are just the good old dog-days, but my anticipation of summer has turned into some dirt-encrusted heat exhaustion.
I need a new pair of cut-offs.
So I am taking inspiration from our temperate climate July fly the cicada, in an overnight transformation molting extravaganza make-over this guy goes from tree dweller to flying the skies. Brand-new and free, a breath of fresh air in the bogged down days and nights of heavy humidity.
A ruler straight nod to the coming fall? I am not saying get serious yet, this cicada bug does not - known in a classic Mexican mariachi song, romantically, as the one that sings until death.
I am just saying - take a shower!
I am going home to put my slip-ons in the washing machine and to shorn myself a new pair of jean shorts.
Learn more about cicadas, here.
And for more transformational art, check out Cicada Magazine, with works like the one below from Sam Bosma.
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