I'll spend entirely way too many hours in the car this summer. Just one of the perks of accompanying Matt on his professional lacrosse career.
Anyways, after spending about 20 hours in the car over Memorial Day weekend- I was gazing out the window at the darkness. I started to see little flashes of light. I got really excited because growing up I rarely saw fireflies- must just be the whole "city lights" aspect of living here in NY. As the little flashes of lights zoomed past my window, I was flooded with the memory of traveling home with my family years ago.
Eb was sleeping in his car seat next to me, and I was barely able to look out the back window. Suddenly Dad started to slow the car within in shoulder. He got out of the car, opened my door and helped me unbuckle my seat belt. He picked me up and sat me on the trunk of the car and didn't say a word. Before us was a dark open field, with a million little flashes of lights. I don't remember if anything was said- but after a few minutes, he picked me up and put me back into the car. And we drove off.
I was thinking to myself, that when I eventually have a house- I want it to be set back from the city. I want to be able to sit on my back porch, listening to the sounds of crickets and watching for fireflies.
I don't know how long I was gazing out the window- but Matt said something to me (probably asking me who sang a particular song that was playing from his Iphone) and I returned my focus to watching the out of the front windshield. My mind started to flow back to those fireflies, when all of a sudden there was a SPLAT.
A firefly hit the windshield. Sad day! I tried to capture the glow of the luciferin- but couldn't focus the camera before the glow diminished.
I'm now in the process of mourning the death of the firefly.
