Drowse

It's the sad-eyed, goodbye, yesterday moments I remember

It's the bleak street, weak-kneed partings I recall
It's the mistier mist
The hazier days
The brighter sun
And the easier lays
There's all the more reason for laughing and crying
When you're younger and life isn't too hard at all

-Drowse, by Queen

Summer seems to be slowly slipping away. And nothing embodies the feeling of summer's departure like a cicada that's sung it's last song. Or heard it's last song, in the case of this cicada (female, note the ovipositor).

A subject my friend found and my attempts to artfully photograph it:
It's still fairly hot in the middle of the day, but it's getting chilly around the edges.