Fireflies lighting up the wheat like electricity as I drive the length of three generations or one and a half counties, I watch them light the path from beside the highway. Dipping in and out of view like they’re just flipping all their switches. I met a PhD student in a bar once who told me that fireflies could be used to highlight cancer for surgeons and medicines and old family friends. Is there anything bad or unwholesome in those little bugs?
Regardless, They’re making me feel better right now. I’ve curled my fingers around a few of them, breathed into the black, and wished for something big. I should have wished for something small, like them, instead.