The weather has been GLORIOUS. I have never known, in all of my years here in Kansas, of August days that have been filled with such cool temperatures, sprinkled with intermittent rain showers. I truly believe we have shamelessly borrowed this weather from our neighbors on the west coast that are suffering with the most unbearable heat.
I find myself wandering outside a little more during the daylight hours and then linger in my garden at sunset well into the evening not wanting this to end. The night air caressing my skin, enveloping me. I gaze across the immediate landscape into the farmer's field beyond, seeing small twinkling lights, and I imagine sharing this with you...
beautiful friend, let me tell you a story...
of wondrous summer nights
when fireflies illuminate the evening sky,
their flickering glow can be seen
along the hedgerow that leads to an open field;
and the story goes, or so I was told...
when the air is filled with their tiny lights
that each one is really a dream,
if caught by gentle hand
your dearest wish the firefly will grant.
As you hold this dreamy twinkle what would your dearest wish be?