WN Entry: Fireflies
I stepped out of the car in New Jersey last night. Home sweet home, I thought. I was coming home to my parents’ house for two nights.
I slammed the passenger door to shut and was about to walk into the house when I saw a spot of yellow light flicker on and off. What was that? When I was about to answer my own question, I saw another yellow spot flicker on and off again. FIREFLIES!
I immediately thought of the Julie Brinkloe book, Fireflies, and was filled with the same wonder and amazement the young boy had when he went out to catch fireflies.
“Dad!” I yelled. “Look at the fireflies!”
My father turned his head to look for just an instant, probably thinking ‘City Girl!’ Then he turned his attention back to the recycling bin, which he was starting to roll from the curb back to the garage.
I am a city girl. For the past 12 years I’ve lived in a city. But being back in the ‘burbs and seeing those fireflies immediately took me back to my childhood…
Riding my bike back home
my parents talking on the driveway
with Jim and Ginny
placing the kickstand down
and turning my attention to those yellow bugs
as my parents talked with our neighbors.
I felt like an eight year old girl again!
Funny how something as small as lightening bugs, or fireflies as I now call them, can transport me back, over a generation, in just a matter of seconds.
Thank you, Ruth, for inspiring this post with your own.