Fire flys are magical. I am very sure of that.
When the noises and distraction of the day are behind me, it's time for few moments looking out the window at the top of the stairs out over the fields and woods. It's usually pretty quiet, if it isn't overcast the sky is filled with stars, a place for watching the moon glowing thru it's many phases. The moon is Earth's pocket watch, or so I like to think.
Summer's humid nights make it difficult to sleep. Pausing to look out over the stillness and hoping to see lightening bugs {fire flys}, the occasional breeze smells of the woods. The drone of the fan lulls me to sleep.
I haven't seen many fire flys this year, it has been a time long since the the air was filled with them the way it was when we first moved here.
Still the "blinky bugs", sparkle their way as they searched for a mate. There are fewer fields now, not so much long grass and more manicured lawns, more industry, and more fields abandoned and overgrown. meaning fewer twinkling lights in the summer nights.
