Last night after a sweet, refreshing storm the fireflies were out over the lawn at dusk. They were a welcome sight to me. They are only with us for what seems like a few, short weeks a year. They never over-stay their welcome and then for only a few hours a day-never at dawn always at dusk. You can’t really capture their unique light.
We thought we could when we were young. We chased them. We caught them. We even gathered them in mason jars and covered them with a lid punctured with small holes so they could breathe. We took them to our room and set them on the dresser to admire them glowing in the darkness… but now that we are older and wiser we are content to see them out over the lawn on a mellow summer’s eve and thank God for the subtle beauty they add to our lives.
