little light show

one of my fondest memories as a child is when mammy - my grandmother – would poke holes in the top of a mason jar and take me outside to collect fireflies. i’d fill the jar with the little packets of flying light. we set them next to the bed and i'd watch them flicker until i fell asleep.

tonight – while i was standing among a few small trees in the middle of washington, dc - fireflies were dancing in the rain.

happy birthday to me.