Monday, June 11, 2007

I love Fireflies

There is a brief window of firefly season here in Northern Virginia. I didn't see any at all when I moved here last August and I was so disappointed--I grew up in the West without the magic of fireflies. I remember the first time I saw them when I visited my grandparents one summer in Atlanta and then years later in Missouri. And I loved them in Central Park on summer evening walks in New York. Apparently the show up here in the early summer, and I love them.

There is something remarkable about the haphazard flashes of light--unexpected and unpreservable. They are so temporary that their light produces a little burst of excitement and wonder. I feel like a little kid again, staring into the air, hoping and being so pleasantly surprised to see fireflies pop back and forth in the dusk. I want to bottle them up so I can draw upon their light later on, but I know it's to no avail. The firefly reminds me to live in the moment.

3 comments:

Jennifer said...

I'm going to buy you a string of fire fly lights to put in your bedroom. What a wonderful thing!

Jennifer said...

OH! And thanks for re-entering the blogging world. I've missed you so!!!

JJ said...

Ditto,, what Jennifer said, so glad to see you are accomplishing your summer list and blogging!