#Summer

As summer arrives, the familiar sound of cicadas fills the air, yet something feels different. I remember the thrill of hunting for these insects as a child—the sticky heat, the laughter with friends, the simple joy of a warm evening. Now, the season brings only a quiet nostalgia, a reminder of how time changes our perspective. The cicadas are still here, singing their ancient song, but the wonder I once felt has faded into a gentle ache for days gone by. This is a reflection on growing up, memory, and the bittersweet return of a familiar season.

Before air conditioning and electric fans became household staples, summer days were spent differently. We found shade under big trees, sipped cold drinks from glass bottles, and chased the evening breeze on rooftops. Nights were for storytelling and counting stars, with windows wide open and the sound of crickets as our lullaby. It wasn't always comfortable, but it was simple and full of shared moments. Do you remember those times? This nostalgic look back at pre-AC summers might just bring back a flood of memories.