My favorite author said that if your drawing isn’t good enough to speak for itself, adding a label is a great idea. By the way, it’s the pool and I’m swimming on the hand.

There was once a cicada. He had slept underground for many years, and one summer, he finally emerged into the world. Soon, he saw a female cicada. She was strong-willed and had a quiet, dignified beauty. He immediately fell in love with her. After several attempts to win her over, she finally accepted him. They fell deeply in love and spent one really hot week together. Then, as their final moments approached, they promised to love each other forever and meet again in their next lives. The male cicada said, “I’m looking forward to seeing you again 17 years from now.” The female cicada replied, “What? Why not 13 years from now? Wait… are you a 17-year periodical cicada? I can’t believe it!” “Oh my God,” she cried. “Then we won’t be able to meet again for 221 years!” They cursed their cruel fate and fainted from overwhelming sadness. It was a rather bittersweet story, wasn’t it? Well, then. He was me. And she was my wife. We thought we would be reborn as those cicadas, but fortunately, we were reborn as humans instead, and we’ve been enjoying our life together ever since. Between you and me, though, sometimes I feel like we’ve already been together a little too long. Maybe 221 years wouldn’t have been so bad after all.