June 24, 2025
While patio pimpin tonight, I saw something I hadn’t seen in years.
Fireflies a.k.a Lightning bugs.
Only a three, flickering softly in the dusk, blinking in and out of the humid air. I froze for a few seconds before pulling my phone out.
As a kid, summers at my aunt’s house meant my cousins and I running around jars in hand, chasing lighting bugs. We’d spend hours catching them and pretending they were fairy lanterns for our imaginary castles or caves. We always let them go, but not before watching them light up a dozen times in the jar, like bottled magic.
Seeing them again tonight was a reminder of quieter times and simple magic. A reminder that some moments still have the power to pull you back to a version of yourself that felt free, joyful, and full of wonder.
It was only 30 seconds. I caught a little on video. Just enough to hold on to.
[→Click to watch the moment] Fireflies
Fireflies aren’t loud about their beauty. They just show up, soft and sure, when the season is right. That feels like a lesson worth remembering.
Sometimes the light returns without fanfare.
You just have to be still long enough to see it.
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