Monday, June 7th, 2004 • No Comments on Twinkle, Twinkle
It is one of those rare summer nights in Virginia when being outside is a pleasure. Soon, the heat of summer will be almost as oppressive after dark as it is during the day and the night air will be humid and buzzing with mosquitos.
I was outside earlier and the air was still and cool… perfect. I was mesmerized by the twinkle of fireflies in the trees and spent a long time standing in the yard, watching the flashes of phosphorescence among the branches. I wanted to get my camera and capture it on film—the trees flickering with light forty feet, maybe more, into the air—but I knew the picture would never match the what I was seeing. It was like watching lights on the Christmas tree, only better because I didn’t make it happen… it just was.
I can’t see fireflies without thinking of Tinkerbell. Silly, but this Florida girl once thought fireflies were as much a myth as unicorns. It wasn’t until I visited Tennessee with my soon-to-be husband when I was twenty-three that I discovered fireflies were real (I’m still wondering about unicorns). I was delighted! All those little faeries in the darkness, making light for me to enjoy.
I wanted to take a picture of the fireflies tonight because I couldn’t find the words to describe the wonder of it. Maybe that is the point— magic is fleeting and not meant to be put into words or pictures. It is simply meant to be enjoyed while it lasts.