Chasing the Light

We are sitting out back at dusk, toes touching under the table…letting the slow coming on of night drip cool into these last hours.  The wind is whispering over the meadow, stirring bushes and bending low the trees. It skims my skin, lifting with it the remnants of a tired day and for a moment I think I’m dreaming. But then, he sees it too—from the Maple—this faint winking. 
It’s the first fireflies of the season and this quiet return always creates a celebration in my heart. After the initial welcome, we sit still and enjoy the show. 
Isn’t it something how everything old is new again and we can greet the familiar like royalty in those first moments of recognition? Each winking light lifts the heavy and my body remembers how these critters usher in the summer—the way the sun lingers longer on the hills, the steady music of the peepers, and the later bedtime as we chased the lights.
I sit and wiggle my toes over my man’s…think about the amazing way the world is designed…how the Almighty gives us seasons so we’ll remember the beauty that we so easily forget when we face it every day. 
I look at him from under my lashes and the beauty of our life enters quiet into my heart, like the slow turning of the seasons on a dewy night in late spring. 
 With my sweet friend Jennifer today: 
 

And Emily too:

Comments

  1. says

    Oh Laura, this is lovely. We do need to look at things with fresh eyes because our hearts become stagnant so easily. I love thinking of the turning seasons as His reminder to relish the Beauty He paints into every corner of Creation. I grew up with fireflies, but they don’t live here and it makes me sad that my children miss out on the wonder of those twinkling lights.

  2. says

    growing up in Southern California I had never seen a firefly in my life until we visited family in Connecticut 25 years ago. I still have a photo of my daughter (4 years old) holding a jar with one inside. My husband and I were in Chicago several years ago and saw them again……it was positively magical. No other word for it.

    God is so amazing!

  3. Elizabeth Torres Evans says

    Read this and was reminded when I first moved to NC. I had not seen fireflies since my childhood days in Texas. I recall the back yard in those summer days with its picnic table, the garden with sweet peas, and as the sun set, the fireflies…

  4. says

    You painted such a beautiful moment. Fireflies do this for me too. I collected them in jars in the Ozarks as a child and the wonder of their creation still amazes me as an adult. They bring happy memories with their flashing lights.

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