"In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love." (Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
Now that the cicada's have been out a little while, and the racket they make has grown increasingly loud, it should come as no surprise that the singing is starting to pay off, at least for this lucky fellow and equally lucky lass. They are especially lucky that no one stepped on them while they lay in ecstasy on the sidewalk.
After spending today listening to the cicadas, I was a bit surprised tonight to not hear them.