It's Been A Year Already

Or, to paraphrase Truman Capote, "It's cicada weather!".  On my evening walk earlier I came upon a cicada nymph slowly making its way across the sidewalk.  Only, it was going the wrong way;  it was crawling away from the tree whose roots it had presumably emerged from, instead of climbing the tree.  So I carefully picked it up and placed it on the tree trunk.  I stroked its back for encouragement and watched it climb for a little while, then left.