What a beautiful read. This piece really resonated with me, bringing back a core memory of listening to the cicadas sing as my brother and I raced home on those long-ago summer afternoons (it’s actually the first piece I ever published on Substack). Around this time during summer, I always think about how amazing the journey of cicadas are—17 years underground, just to spend a brief couple of weeks above in the sun. Leaves me with a lingering bittersweet feeling. Thank you for your words <3
this was lovely and makes me want to sit outside and also queue up Scarlett by Holly Humberstone
This piece moved me to my core. absolutely beautiful and sentimental and true
i should not be reading this as my hormones are out of control, but this is so beautiful (as always) i’m tearing up!!!
I do hate summer. You write about it so well. Thanks for this!
This was so beautiful. You are so good at putting feelings into words 🫂
the way you write makes me want to be a writer too. thank you for your words!!
This was exactly what I needed to get out of the bed and enjoy my summer💖
What a beautiful read. This piece really resonated with me, bringing back a core memory of listening to the cicadas sing as my brother and I raced home on those long-ago summer afternoons (it’s actually the first piece I ever published on Substack). Around this time during summer, I always think about how amazing the journey of cicadas are—17 years underground, just to spend a brief couple of weeks above in the sun. Leaves me with a lingering bittersweet feeling. Thank you for your words <3