Fireflies all around, up in the trees, like sparks drifting through the woods, lighting fires in my imagination. I don’t know much about the various species of fireflies, but these come out every year just as the big trees get their leaves. They’re not the same as the kind we get later in summer, and this makes me want to know more. They’re in the woods around the house, but tonight at sunset I walked back in to the hollow where it would be darker and quieter. To see these fireflies is a wondrous gift, and I’m learning not to take such gifts for granted.