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FIREFLIES
It’s firefly season in the mountains…to which nothing can compare.
It’s the time when the stars dance close to the ground…and there’s magic in the air.
For you remember the first time you saw them as a child…
when your parents introduced you to fireflies
and how, even today, when you see them flashing…
you can’t believe your eyes.
And you harken back to when you were that child…
when you believed they were twinkling stars…
how you ran around smiling and laughing…
trying to catch them in your jar.
How you might have caught a few…but most of them got away
How you used your jar of fireflies as a lantern…to help you light your way…
How when you released your little rays of light…the moment the lid was unscrewed
they’d fly up into the night sky…twinkling their gratitude…
And how on days you couldn’t catch one firefly…no matter how well you planned
if you stood silent and wished hard enough…one would land upon your hand.
Yes it’s a magical season in the mountains…a time when you stop and stare
when you become a child again…as fireflies fill the air…
Reminding you as only nature can…how important is the night
How you need a little darkness in your life…if you ever to see the light.
Encouraging you to remember…playing in your yard…running near..and far…Reminding you somewhere in your heart…you’ve captured that feeling in a jar…
That perhaps today is the day…to give yourself a surprise…
To find that jar…to open it…and release your fireflies.
