Fireflies

It’s that time of year. As I pulled into the driveway one evening, I looked to the side yard. The flickering lights of fireflies took me back to my childhood. I sat in the car enjoying the sight and remembered chasing them, catching them and putting them in jars (seems so cruel now).

But fireflies are just one symbol of those fabulous summer nights. There’s something about summer, when the daylight seems to stretch on endlessly; I remember chasing rabbits through the yard in the evening, while my parents sat on the front porch (what can I say, they’re Southerners).

I remember wishing on the first star and gazing up as that one and many others twinkled above our heads. Those evenings were about the simple things. And those things, being with family and simply appreciating a beautiful summer night, were all that mattered.