Wednesday, June 19, 2013

The calendar may say it's still spring, but for me, summer officially arrived last week the moment I saw those small yellow beacons in the night:
Lightning bugs are back.
As I walked with our dog a few nights ago, a half-moon shone overhead while just in front of us a tiny airborne light flashed on and off, on and off. I reached out gently, just as I did countless times as a kid, and let my hand act as landing strip.
The firefly rested on my forefinger, bathing it in sunny yellow. Tiny feet tickled feather-light against my skin. 
My small, bright passenger hitched a ride for only a few steps before it took off again, wings a blur in a golden glow.
Beautiful things do come in small packages.
For more firefly musings, click here.
        One of my favorite quotes -- and one I often cite when I teach writing -- happens to mention lightning bugs. It comes from Mark Twain:
“The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter -- it's the difference between the lightning bug and the lightning.”

Well said.


  1. As always, your gift of words made me feel those tiny feet...maybe for one flash of happiness for me and my momentary lantern friend. Thank you for sharing your story...Sherry

  2. wow, they hitched a ride with you, cathy - the ambassador to lightning bugs! - Ruth Deming

  3. There is joy to be found in listening to the Light.