I used to see them twinkling in the twilight all summer long, but this year I’ve seen just a few. I loved chasing them as a child; the only bug I would ever think to hold in my hands. Why are they so tempting to catch, place in a jar, and gaze as their glowing body shines off and on, off and on. Each flashes its light in a different “language” or pattern unique to its subspecies. Some in large groups even synchronize their flashes and blink in unison. Amazing.
My fancies are fireflies, — Specks of living light twinkling in the dark. ~ Rabindranath Tagore
Bread for the Journey 