Cicadas

Late Summer, 2008

View up the hill
from the Old Highway

Every evening for the past week or so I have been listening to the sound of the cicadas in my backyard here in Nashville and it's made me homesick.  I miss my grandmother and I miss her house and for the first time in a very long time I miss my grandfather.  Gran passed away on July 8, 1982 which means that he's been gone most of my life, but at the end of this summer I am missing him like he died yesterday. What I want more than anything right now is to drive out to the country and sit on the front porch and visit with my Grandma and listen to the cicadas off in the distance.