And as we stood there, the clump of trees we had lain under sang into life. The cicadae which inhabited this grove, patiently silent these two hours waiting for us to go, burst one after another into shrill sound.
Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook, Panther Books Ltd. Great Britain, 1973, p. 423.
TIME: Summertime, 1950's
PLACE: the countryside of South Africa