Abraham,
Last night, after the thunderstorms rumbled us up from naps and jolted the corn and beans back to life in the garden, we took our evening walk. The lightning storms inspired the fireflies into amazing performances. Right at dusk they launch from the grass, rising like embers from a fire, shooting stars heading home. You and your Mom tended to the jar as I went galloping around the yard, snagging fireflies out of mid-air. I think you were more amused by my eccentric behavior than the bugs we caught. After a few minutes of careful observation, we set them free, to resume their nightly treetop trajectories.
Through you, I am connected to this moment, to this moment as I remember it from my own bug-chasing childhood and to this moment again tomorrow, when we'll go wandering though the yard again, looking for whatever treasures find us.
Good night,
Pa-