Fireflies Tonight

Twilight under a grove of large evenly spaced trees, the boys and Fritz were running through the grass with  their arms outstretched chasing flashes of yellow light. Kim and I walking the path follow them with Fritz. We walk until the path opens into a meadow surrounded by thick woods.

Dusk now, Kim  is walking with her hands lifted up and stretched out following a light across the meadow, she reaches out and misses--her light flying higher into the woods. We all look up at the dense trees surrounding the meadow and they are full of fireflies twinkling like Christmas Tree lights. Marcus slips up beside me and whispers, "Paradise."