Last year mid June I saw and held a firefly in my hand. Every evening I would go out at dusk to watch the fire flies dance around the trees, it was the most beautiful and fascinating sight I had seen.
Firefly season is once again here and I watch out my window until I see the sun slowly setting, My attic room window faces the east and I watch the suns reflection slowly disappear from my neighbors upstairs window. The squirrels have returned to their nests in the trees and the last of the birds chirp their finally call to their family to return to the nest. The fire flies are low to the ground and slowly light up the grass and shrubs. As the darkness falls they rise into the trees and light up each tree with sparkling light. The last birds I see each night are the starlings as they quietly circle in the sky above me. I wonder why they are so silent and yet I feel like they are making sure all birds tucked safely into their nests.
As darkness falls I sense mother earth sighing and imagine she whispers to the wind "Bring your cool refreshing wind to my children as they rest" The earth each day works hard for all creation, she warms her soils to grow the food we eat. Her trees clean our air and protect us from the suns blazing heat in mid July. She holds steady during the storms, her earth drinks the rain to protect us from floods. The trees are deeply rooted in to her soil, my house stands and does not float away as she uses her magic of gravity to hold all to her tenderly.
Its July 10th and the fire flies have thinned. The cicadas are starting their summer song. Mosquito's are starting to look for a tasty meal, the spider's webs are ready to catch their prey. The sky is clear, but only two stars visible in the evening sky. I wish for a time in my past when the city lights were low and we could see and identify all the constellations in the night sky.
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