Fireflies

I saw the very first firefly of the season last night. I know it was the very first and nobody else saw it. It was magical; in the woods at the confluence of two very busy roads, but for a moment there were no cars. Just the sounds of the woods. Well, and the dogs panting. And Mosby licking the gravel for a scrap of somebody's picnic leftovers. Some of the eager beaver first fireflies were blinking very fast, and others seemed to be just waking up. I love this time of the summer.