I taped this yesterday out on the porch and forgot to put it up until now. This song, called “Cicada,” came from two things: one, an excursion to an abandoned soapstone quarry in southern Vermont, and two, the fact that when I was very young, I used to think that the call of the cicada was simply the noise the world made when it was hot.
So here’s the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ga9iU9EbYM4
And to match my mood, here’s a few cards:
Sometimes the saddest lessons give us the most knowledge; the darkest times teach us to find our own light.