Friday, August 10, 2007
I went outside last night just before it got dark and saw fireflies. I hadn't seen any in a couple of years or more, but there they were, eight or ten of them, moving away from my yard and flying over the neighbor's lawn. When I was a kid, I spent a lot of summer evenings at my grandmother's house, and it seemed to me that her yard was always full of fireflies. My sister and I would chase them. If we caught one, we'd hold it in our closed hand and peep in to look at them. Now and then we'd keep one in a mayo jar with holes punched in the lid, but that never worked out well. Seeing the fireflies last night took by surprise and took me back in time. For about a tenth of a second I could almost remember what it was like to be a kid instead of a old geezer who was outside to make sure his pickup windows were rolled up.