"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Two Sundays ago on my walk along the Shore Trail under the Palisades, I heard a single cicada. Yesterday morning, I heard another in City Hall Park. The scouts of August have arrived.