But at least I’m not a hippy.

This evening, I walked out on my patio and I saw something I haven’t seen in years, and it filled my heart with glee. I’m not a nostalgic person. I don’t dwell on the past. But what met me in my front yard filled me with happiness.

I exited the door and saw a flash to my left amidst the weeds I intended to cut today. Then again, a burning ember falling from a tree. Then again to the right, and again near the street. Brightly glowing sparks of flame flittering.

There were fireflies all around me. I don’t know how long it has been since I’ve seen fireflies, but they make me happy to be where I am.