"You would not believe your eyes / If ten million fireflies / Lit up the world as I fell asleep / 'Cause they'd fill the open air / And leave teardrops everywhere / You'd think me rude / But I would just stand and stare." ~Owl City, Fireflies
I saw my first firefly of the summer tonight.
Actually, I saw about a million of them.
They acted as my escorts as I drove homeward, down the faded small-town blacktop.
I couldn't help but be delighted.
There are so many things about summer that I love.
The warm caress of the wind through my hair, ruffling my hair in tune with the radio.
The kiss of the sun on my cheeks, leaving little marks of its love to dot my nose with tiny flecks of brown.
Even the pounding of a summer storm on my roof, as the musical notes it concocts leave me breathless and ponderous.
But every season has sun and wind and rain.
Only summer has the twinkling whispers of hope that are fireflies.
In the mist of twilight, adding their own star-like quality to the paintbrush strokes of the sunset...
...in the dark of midnight, casting momentary illumination over the surface of the soft-flowing river.
And so tonight, on this endless summer's eve, as my wheels moved over the pavement...
...I rolled down the window, turned the music loud, and allowed myself to sing at the top of my lungs.
And I think, just maybe...
...I heard the fireflies singing along.
To ten million fireflies / I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes / I got misty eyes as they said farewell / But I'll know where several are / If my dreams get real bizarre / 'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar. ~Owl City, Fireflies