Tiny golden-yellow lights flicker on, off, on, off.
Watching them brings memories of childhood.
Back in the days when I’d play outside from summer sun-up to after sundown, fireflies kept me company at night.
Reading kept me company, too.
P.D. Eastman’s Sam and the Firefly was a favorite.
I’d pretend I was Sam the owl, helping Gus the firefly. I’d catch the flickering...