A Sound of Summer

Last weekend, William was outside mowing the yard, while the girls and I played inside.  In the middle of his work, he came inside and asked me to join him outside.  "There's something I want to show you."  He pointed at a tree in our backyard.  "There's a cicada in that tree.  I want you to hear it."  So we waited for a few seconds.  Then the cicada started chirping, and William said, "That's a cicada! Do you hear it?" And I did!  It was loud and clear and very chirpy, and I wondered how I'd never been able to hear cicadas chirping in all of my years. 

Now I hear them everywhere.  And each time I hear a cicada, it reminds me of William taking the time to help me hear something magical.