fireflies
some so high some so
low--
toddler reaches up
For me, June is firefly month. When I lived out west, California and Alaska, there were no fireflies. I missed them, those blips of green or yellow light pulsing on and off in the warm evening air. I've never seen the famous Smokies display in North Carolina and Tennessee, but once we camped tentless in Arkansas in the early summer, and I woke to this fabulous display of thousands and thousands of fireflies lighting on and off in the inky blackness. Even though I felt tired after a day's hiking and swimming, I stayed up for an hour or more, breathing slowly deeply, feeling within me the pulse of the firefly world.
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