Come on, God. I don't want to feel this way. I hate despair. I want to believe things will turn out okay.
And as I turned into our driveway, I glimpsed the spots of light in the field.
This magnificent photo by Jim Richardson
My favorite insect in the whole world out in force, their twinkly behinds flashing little signals like so many stars. Smiling, I parked the Momvan, feeling really thankful for the sight of them. Fireflies are magic. They fill summer nights with their determined glow, luring children with empty Mason jars to follow their zig-zag path. They decorate the landscape, adding ambience to the low laughter of people clustered around splintery picnic tables. They light the way along country roads for nighttime travelers. Hundreds of fireflies beamed their signals erratically in the tall grass and metaphors about hope and love and destiny tangled in my mind while I watched them. Blink. Blink. Blinkblinkblinkblink.
Thanks, God. For fireflies tonight.
I went inside with a lighter heart, my mood uplifted.
Spill it, reader. What's your favorite insect in the whole world? What's your firefly--the thing that soothes your soul when the blues hit you hard?