I don’t like summer. The heat and humidity drive me to panic attacks, and make me want to stay inside for months. If I lived somewhere cold when summers were short and summer nights were cool, I’m sure it would be different.

But there is one thing about the Japanese summer that has gotten under my skin. It’s the cicadas’ songs. I don’t like summer, but when I lie in bed and listen to the familiar melodies of the Japanese cicadas outside that sing of summer heat, the world feels right.

What still shocks me from time to time in Japanese cicadas is how so much noise can come out from such a tiny body, which doesn’t really have much in it anyway.
Sometimes you can walk under a tree that is making as much noise as an elephant would if it was a cicada. Literally, it is deafening. It is louder than my music and that says something.