Cicadas in the Mist
So whoever says Toronto is a concrete jungle, I beg to differ! It may be a city that experiences harsh, cold winters that turn the city brown and barren, and I had been told to expect a hot Summer, but a JUNGLE? You think I'm exaggerating. I'm not! I swear, some days if you told me to close my eyes and guess where I was by my other senses, I'd say Uganda or India or Malaysia. Especially on those 35+ degree days. The humidity is saturating, the air is hot, the cicadas buzz like a weed-whacker in the trees when the heat has quieted the birds, the evenings are full of chirping crickets, and best of all the air smells of that lush, wet, leafy, peaty, smucky smell of a real tropical jungle. Mixing that with just a tiny touch of exhaust fumes it smells EXACTLY like a city in the tropics. It's the smell that gets me the most. I love it. And some days it's even misty/steamy in the mornings, which reminds me of waking up in a tent or banda in Uganda and looking out over a ...