It was a perfect evening. Stars were just starting to twinkle in the sky. There was cool soft grass under our feet and it was peaceful and quiet as the birds were settling in for the night. Normally I don't walk into the yard in the near darkness, but I was out there with Todd and Charlie so I felt safe enough.
We were out there to see something that I look forward to each year and is the true sign that summer is arriving. As darkness fell, I began to see them. Lightning bugs (or fireflies). Longtime readers of my blog know that in the summer, I enjoy being outside as nightfall begins and lightning bugs start blinking all over the yard, in the flower beds, in the grass and against the dark sky. Some will say that it's silly that at my age I find something so small and perhaps even trivial to be both captivating and hypnotic. Perhaps it is... But lightning bugs remind me of a childhood filled with magic, curiosity, and joy. Lightning bugs meant staying up late and running barefoot through cool grass. While I dread the growing numbers of mosquitoes nipping at my skin and humidity soaking my clothing, I will graciously thank Summer for the gift of lightning bugs -- Not just because they mark a new season, but also because they remind me of a simpler, more innocent time. Every adult spirit needs a bit of that now and again, don't you think?