The cicada choir

Sitting in the shower on these mid-summer mornings, the process of washing is punctuated by the cicada choir. The sound of which enters in through the open window next to me. Unlike Marianne, who finds the sound of cicadas aurally irritating, I am soothed and comforted by it. That, and the glorious nikau palm growing alongside the fence, outside the bathroom window. And becoming more and more at home there. A welcome green tui and kereru berry source in the making.

Artist/Paul Gauguin