The nights at last have fallen quiet.
Only the seasonal sound of crickets remain, as autumn nears in Seoul, after a particularly loud summer stretch through July and August. The sound of the cicada is unmistakable in many cities in East Asia. In Seoul, this distinctive and penetrating shrill marks the arrival of high summer as these large insects emerge from underground to mate and live out the second part of their short lives- above ground. They find home in the older canopies of mature trees, occasionally swooping down for fly-by's, avoiding any number of birds-of-prey or perhaps in search of a mate. Prior to their emergence these tree dwellers spend the better part of seven and as many as fifteen years underground as grubs, growing and evolving. After burrowing out from underground they shed a beige-ish skin as their bodies continue in quick fashion, growing and maturing. Evidence of this molting can be seen in empty shells still clinging to tree trunks where the cicada have emerged, leaving behind a subterranean armor.
In unison- the chorus sound of hundreds if not thousands of cicada create a sawing like rattle, as they vibrate abdomen against fast moving wings. Summer nights wear on through the haze of humidity and grip of penetrating song- unescapable. For now though... this sound canopy, we become wrapped in during summer has gone quite.
Until next years cyclical population returns.