Thursday, June 23, 2005

Firefly Night -- redux

There are relationships, heavy things pushed and pulled through years, they start anytime, but for good reason, they last through endless season changes. Then there is firefly love. Firefly love starts when the days turn long and the nights short, wondrous days when walking through the dark sends sparks of magic light dancing through the air.

In late June I watch the dancing fireflys, and remember.

4 comments:

delela1 said...

Me too!  But not as often as you get to.  Enjoy...and remember.
~Dona

shadp said...

What a brilliant photo that is - captures the fireflies perfectly! And yes, an image that evokes so many memories - warm scents of summer nights long ago; heat of the day gone, a last cigar before sleep, sweet sadness, and quiet reflection - on those heavy things pushed and pulled through the years. That's a wonderful description - love it!

David.

shaz19743 said...

Firefly love.........sigh ........meeeeeeeeeeeeeemories ....like the corners of my miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind ....misty water coloured meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemories ....of the way we werrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre !
Shaz is here all week and does a matinee show on saturdays .x

jevanslink said...

Okay, we've got the title, Firefly Love. We can use your picture on the cover under the title. Your first paragraph goes on the page before the first chapter.  And the novel begins with "In late June, I watched the dancing fireflies, and remembered."  

All you have to write is the memoir.

I'll wait.

Mrs. L