June Fireflies - daytime shot altered in Photoshop | Fireflies there is no moon tonight. the warm air is moist and fragrant with the smell of new mown hay. leaves in the dark sentinel trees rustle softly, rustle softly, in the tender grasp of a gentle breeze. settled in their grassy cloisters crickets trill staccato mantras across the tangled fields of night; and all around the fireflies, the fireflies, appearing – disappearing. coming into bright existence, dissolving into darkness, then reincarnating, again, any yet again, in luminous grace. |