The Cicada's Shrine

In the Galapagos, at dinner, somehow I mention my novel. Someone ask what happened to it.  I laugh and say that it was buried deep in the ground in larval form and would one day rise up to the world and sing with the cicadas.

I post an article on bees to FB and my college writing profesor writes that she remembers the insects in my early stories.

That afternoon I find a cicada in my bedroom.  How did it get here? I have never seen a cicada before in Quito though they were constant companions when I lived as a child in the Amazon. Do they even live this high up? Still alive, I set it out on the ledge of our apartment window.