Summer spent in my grandmother's house, growing up, meant being allowed to enjoy my childhood. I hold those summers dear to my heart. I most enjoyed playing hide and seek with other kids after dusk. Neon green lights blinking up in the trees always lured me away, put me in a trance. I would follow them and just before I had gone too far-somehow, one firefly would be so kind to just let my weak grasp catch it. These nocturnal beauties produce light in their abdomens by taking oxygen in and combining it with luciferin. Their body is actually cold.
I confess I was at one time a firefly murderer. In those inquisitive moments of my youth, I dismembered a fragile ethereal beauty, curious what to make of that luminous light flickering from its dainty body. Well, of course it was then beyond my comprehension. Even to this day- to me and I think for always- it will stay as nothing short of magic.
It is my dream to one day chase after fireflies with my SuperYvon- to gaze with him at their bioluminescent grace dancing away, twinkling and glowing across the serene dark sky. Now that is beyond magic...just plain eternal bliss.
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