Last night I saw fireworks...God's fireworks. The people fireworks were down the street out of sight...God's were right outside my bedroom window, floating around the miraculously beautiful empty house across the street, like fairies celebrating summer. The fireflies were out in force last night - as glorious in their silence as the Target Fireworks were in their booming grandeur a week ago. The sublime...
Which makes me think of the ridiculous! Our first night here, still deep in boxes, Laurel and I took a break on the front porch, the evening breeze refreshing after the sticky, hot, busy day. I felt something pelt down into my shirt! Coming from the burbs, of course I thought "MOSQUITO!!!!! AAAARGH!!!" and began slapping at my chest - not a wise action unless you're on fire. Looking down at myself in amazement, I watched a tiny flashing light moving around inside my t-shirt!!!! Ack!!! I'd been molested by a firefly!!! I thought Laurel would smother, laughing, as I went diving for the bug! I must say, it was easier to find than a mosquito with it's little beacon leading the way. Squirmy little rascals! Yes, Laurel laughed, until I set the bug free and it tried to crawl into HER shirt!!!! Then I laughed....heeeheeee...
So, happy birthday, land of the free. God lit some candles just for you.
Greetings from the D
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