Last summer when I worked nights, Paul would go out in the field by our house with a camping chair and book, and enjoy the beginning of night.
He invited me to join him in this ritual last night, and as we walked towards the field I saw the little tiny light hovering above the grass that made my heart jump. The fireflies have arrived.
There is something so magical about those little creatures. Maybe it's because I grew up without them, and the novelty of them hasn't worn off, but I think there is something more to it.
I've noticed that the most powerful images in nature are often very difficult to capture and preserve. A shooting star, a perfect reflection, a foggy morning, and those fireflies - the film doesn't do them justice. You have to see them, experience them, and be in that moment to get the full impact.
So, I have no evidence for this magical first night of fireflies - but I can tell you this...
Summer has arrived.
3 comments:
hurray! i haven't ever seen fireflies and they always sound soso magical
I'm jealous! Sounds so fun :) In GA, they're called 'lightning bugs'
I grew up with lightning bugs... and I still love them! I miss seeing them. I used to go out at night and catch them in jars. Fun memories!
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