The Magicicada is a rare double brood emergence of cicadas. What might be just as rare is the time I’ve spent at home. The air is thick with humidity, carrying the distant drone of cicadas that seem to conduct the passage of time. Days unfold slowly, wrapped in a sense of familiarity and ease. There's a feeling that time pauses here, allowing moments to stretch languidly under the warm sun. Each corner holds memories of childhood adventures and lazy afternoons spent with friends. It's a season where the simple joys of long bike rides and picking berries evoke a deep sense of belonging, as if the essence of home resides in these unhurried moments.