After a particularly grueling day of work this past week, I took a moment to gaze out at the darkening sky from my second story window.
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It was a beautiful summer evening, and the sun had just dipped below the horizon. A soft breeze was wafting my way, and I breathed it in, sighed, and let go of some of the tension that had built up. That's when I began to notice little glimmers, sailing across my back yard, like pixie dust. They were fireflies.
Some people call them lightening bugs, but I've landed on fireflies because I'm a writer and susceptible to pretty words. The name "fireflies" sounds light and beautiful, and I think of faeries and magic when I hear the word.
But I digress.
Apparently, I'm not the only one smitten by these flying luminaires. There's an attraction in Johor Bahru, Malaysia, called Kota Tinggi Firefly Park. For a nominal fee, you can take a nighttime cruise down the river and see thousands of fireflies.
Sometimes you have to stop and acknowledge that the smallest beauties in this world are just as awe-inspiring as the biggest displays in nature.
And short blogs can be just as good as long, bombastic ones. Plus, they're a quicker read.
You're welcome!
Photo attribution: Nicky Case, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons
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