Saturday, May 26, 2007

There is a unique stillness in those moments when you are certain there will be no interruptions...

I sat on the damp back steps with the last glimmers of twilight fading and watched the fireflies blinking so rapidly and in such profusion they seemed like flashbulbs in a stadium.

The air was heavy and the horizon misty. Colors faded into a blue-black palette, yet the bright yellow twinklings made tonight's entrance spectacular.

A beautiful, lonely night.


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