Sitting out in the hissing of evening, the heat of the day exhaled. in the thick woods and dense grasses shimmering began. As my eyes focused, I saw the Midwestern insect delight. Fire flies turning on their love light dazzled these eyes, weary from travel.
It’s as if they come from dust. From nothing. Out from under leaves, hidden under bush, they suddenly burst forth. Signaling with their own Morse code language of light to one another. What are they saying? “I’m here!”
How was your longest night? What simple pleasures of summer enjoy? Ki to Happiness lights up!