So tonight, after an anxious spring wait, I finally saw the fireflies dance in the dusk. I went and unfocused my eyes to see their dance. It was gorgeous.
I saw one firefly light up in front of me and dance up the sidewalk, lighting here and there, the dusk light just strong enough to let me see the unlit path.
When my daughter grows up, I have few desires for what she might do or become. But I do hope that she has respect for natural beauty and a fondness for it. Though I also hope she sees the beauty of humans as well, in all their varied ways, ugly and brilliant, anger and joy, all lit up in a dance of light that hums throughout all levels of life in this great planet.
Yeah, the fireflies have returned and I am not too busy to notice. I quit a job once because I realized that I was too busy to notice them. Never again, I vowed.
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