cicada gja And since you asked I was going to describe the terrain and my ride through it most days. There was going to be a sketch of the vegetation and along with the noise of cicadas. So intense as to be sexual - after all that is what it is - a call for a mate. And then thoughts of summers past still echoing with the calls of cicadas. Robyn and Gareth and the metal moulds; KV at Christmas with reminders of things before; the lonliness of the bush. But then there was the floods to the north - with James and Jenni and Teddy on the front page of the newspaper, beamed, apparantly, right around the world. And James is still missing. 110113 what's it to you? who go blather from