Wednesday, June 17, 2009


It's Wednesday evening, the end of a warm, muggy day. Sitting in a chair feeling the cool breezes come in the window, enjoying the night air. Smells of fresh cut grass and the sounds of children's laughter, dusky skies, the last of the birdsong.

And then... a blinking star. A spot of gold. Another! More! Dozens!

The first fireflies of the season.


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