Day 2,565 —Pink Moon Monday and the Return of the Cicadas— (with a picture of the Arch from across the River)

I didn’t know that Monday was a supermoon, but I am not surprised the moon looked spectacular. I read that Monday’s moon is called the Pink Moon. I wonder where that name came from. It didn’t look pink. It was tinted orange lightly if anything. 

I was thinking about the cicadas coming back this year while I was running. Wow! After 17 years they return! Doesn’t that put things in perspective? They live their whole lives underground to emerge to the surface to mate and then die. I remember the last time they came out a lot of kids told me they thought it was disgusting, and I remember seeing kids hitting them with bats and tennis rackets. Even then that extreme hostility towards something because it was different bothered me. I don’t remember anyone ever trying to stop them. 

Yesterday, in the article I read about the cicadas the person interviewed talked about how disgusting they thought cicadas were. I am not trying to blame anyone or preach about anything, but I think that says something about us as a culture that we have no problem shouting about something that bothers us, and maybe that’s all I am doing now. I guess I am not trying to shout, but just point out what I notice. 

I cannot wait to see you all emerge cicadas! You are infinitely fascinating creatures.