Continuously heard but rarely seen.
The song of the cicada is a constant background to our lives in the summer. So much so, that quite often we are unaware of it. But they somehow seem to be invisible. This one however decided to visit us yesterday morning, landed on the awning of our front terrace and stayed there for hours, not moving. I was afraid it might have been injured but it moved off in the early evening.
Wonderful subtle colours, and the lace-like transparent wings are stunning.
Olga, it was a pleasure and a privilege.
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