Monday, May 28, 2007
05.28.07 NIGHT SPARKLERS
I am woken by the sound of one of the foxes wrinkling its bark over in the newly-sprouted corn field across the road. Out the window the night is bright, the moon is almost full. But, inspite of the light, there are dozens of bright “stars.” The fireflies have returned, illuminating the moonlit sky with flashes of their cooling night lights.