Every time I travel I always tend to get anxious before a flight. I'm more scared of missing it than
anything. The embarrassment of missing an appointment I signed up for brings out a humiliation I can hardly bear.
This time I'm exhausted. I didn't get much sleep because of my anxiousness. My stomach is
burning itself because i haven't eaten either. The food in these airports aren't terribly
appetizing either. I've been spoiled by woke liberal California! I digress.
It's incredibly hot in Texas. It's late summer and the cicadas are out. I love the droning
buzzing sound they make. If it weren't for the unbearable sticky heat I would be able to sit
outside forever listening to them. The cicadas wings are also beautiful to see. They almost look
geometric and have cute bulbous eyes on the sides of its head. I think if I were a cicada I'd
have lots of friends because I looked like that. When I was younger my dad would catch them and
they would click and buzz in his hand. Catching stars and the like is a bit selfish
though when my dad gestured for me to open my hand so I could feel the vibrations I couldn't
help but get goosebumps. I wanted to hold onto that cicada forever.