Summer’s not quite arrived… but the light has. Late afternoon floods the house. Evening draws near and everything begins to change. The sky casts it’s orange and purple hues around the place, the fading rays reach in like etherial fingers that color all they touch. I recall an art school classroom… “there is no color without light”, she states. I make a mental note: Light carries an awesome burden.
The colors fade, dusk settles in and this week it is quite clear that firefly watching has begun in earnest. The fresh cut grass is cool under my socks as I pace the yard to check which potted flowers still await their drink. Time to settle in and wonder if the fireflies know that they light not only for their mates.