Fireflies On The Fence

As kids, we saw fireflies the way many adults have long since forgotten. We saw them with unalloyed wonder and, sometimes, the dilated eye of a crouching feline curiosity.

And yes, following their winking course over the lawn in late May and early June, it did feel something like magic. This was true, even while pressing their tiny abdomens against the grey fence boards, leaving a soft glowing phosphorescent smear to fade slowly, dying, dying, dead.