perils with writing and whatnot
Not quite two months ago, I wrote a post about not seeing fireflies. It wasn’t even two weeks later that I finally saw one… well, much more than one. Where they had been for the past four years is still a mystery. There’s a good possibility that I just wasn’t looking for them at the right time of day.
I had assumed that these little bugs could only be seen at night. It just seems logical. As it turned out, twilight is the best time to see the lights flickering above the grasses. As the night sets in, the number of fireflies dwindles and is, eventually, non-existence.
During the warmer months of the year, twilight can be surprising. I sit in my one lawn chair that is in the car port watching and listening to the nature that has taken residence in my neighborhood.
During the heat of the day, most of nature is taking it easy. The birds are up among the branches of the trees. Rabbits, chipmunks, and squirrels seem to have found a hollow tree truck to sleep in.
When the sun has sunk low enough to make the shadows long, nature wakes up from its nap to eat and play. First, the ground creatures come jumping out of hiding. They run and scamper as the play within the shadows. The birds are next. They see to appear out of nowhere swooping down to feed on the seeds within the ground covering. Soon you can hear them singing their last melodies of the day.
By this time, the sun can’t be seen, having traveled west beyond the horizon. The light is starting to fade away. The birds are singing their last song. This is the prelude to the fireflies twirling above the grasses.
It gets so quiet at this time of day. I sit in my lawn chair waiting for the sounds of the nightlife. At first, there are just a few fireflies. They dance in the shadows of the bushes and trees. It doesn’t take them long to multiply with their flitter of lights in different directions. The unseen tree frogs join in with their croaking, trying to keep non-existent rhythm.
As the sky becomes darker and the stars come out, the fireflies take their bows and leave the scene until tomorrow’s twilight.
Text+Sound by Wayne Mason
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