The sun set behind the horizon, leaving with a variety of brilliant hues and colors to illuminate the evening sky. Blue turned to reds, oranges, yellows, and violets until the gray turned out black. It was then I noticed the little spots of blinking lights seeming to congregate at a depression in the ground, as if by a cue or allotted time. It was the fireflies coming out in the evening and taking some time to say hello to their neighbors.
I don’t remember the last time I saw fireflies like this? Perhaps as a small child? We used to catch them and put them in a mason jar to create a type of natural lantern. The blinking of their bodies giving a form of illumination. Tonight I went and let a few landed upon my open hand and sat for a spell - blinking away. I suppose they were happy to get a rest from flying.
Now it is getting darker and the blinking and amount of fireflies is growing. The communal gathering of blinking lights gives a mystical, almost magical appearance to the area. It appears more like a movie set than something occurring naturally – no special effects needed.
So a bit of my heart went back to being a kid. Perhaps the message of the day is never to lose ones, childlike heart, always wonder, don’t be afraid to ask “why” and lose the curiosity with what is possible.
I am not sure as we age, that I see so many seeming give up on life and dreams and are happy to simply walk out the time here on earth. I just don’t understand this phenomenon. While I understand we are all aging and there is no escaping death, I wonder, why aren’t more people living rather than simply just buying more stuff and thinking one can buy time like stuff…rather than following unrealized dreams and passions within them?
then again, maybe when you get older, you are simply happy to be alive and breathing air? I really don’t know except that to see a field full of fireflies blinking – really brings a moment of childlike curiosity and wonderment. call it a moment of magic on the meadow of life.