They glow, they are happy, there is a chemical reaction that happens to make them sparkle and shine. It is a “cold light” they do not lose their heat. They are energised.
There is a childlike joy to see them glow in the dark. My happy childhood memories are of spotting fireflies in the garden as night sets in.
I feel like I’m flying, like my stomach is full of heat and my chest is full of fireflies.
Fireflies larvae live underground in winter, mature during spring, emerge in summer and glow during early monsoon.
The warmth of a cold winter, birds singing, flowers blooming, spring is in the air, a hot fiery, summer day, Sunlight glow on my window, soon the rains leaving their sparkling raindrops on my window ledge.
The season’s unfold them and I do too. Like them, I look forward to the ongoing conversation of love and the twinkling in the air.
'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread "
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