It’s summer

Right here in my part of the world

They say to celebrate – they being the heat cheerers, the sun lovers the summer

Worshipers

I hear cicadas calling their mates, a pleasant sounding continuous hum while

Birds in the distance call their mates too and summer seems to be

The time for

Mating

My skin is white, a distant remnant of that Scottish ancestry, European descendents
Scattered throughout the earth

I end up in Australia, in this summer, in this heat, in this wave of heat, and I retreat

Indoors.

The sea and sun and summer in Sydney is not for me.

I retreat to the shelter of indoors, where my skin is safe, and I close my eyes and listen.

The cicados continue their calls.