Firefly

I could perhaps write an entire post on Joss Whedon's Firefly, but not tonight. This evening I saw an actual firefly in the front yard.

We don't see many around here, and rarely more than one at a time. But they are mesmerizing! I think I've caught one out of the corner of my eye. So I keep looking in the same vicinity. No...a bit to the right. So I watch that spot. Nope...now on the lilies. Blink. Blink.

It's so fun trying to keep up! They virtually disappear for a moment, then surprise me when they reappear. I think it's a courtship behavior for them. But for me it's pure entertainment.

Fireflies remind me of the magic and miracles that surround us every day. An insect...that blinks...really. That is simply magnificent. And I'm thankful for those moments that remind me how amazing life can be.

I have to remember to not look necessarily for a big, dramatic sign of something. The little signs can sometimes shine just enough light on things.