Fireflies

This past summer I spent many a night on my brother-in-law's porch in North Carolina. 

As day turned into dusk, the soft humid air grew still. And then on cue, the creatures of the night began to stir. Cicadas vibrated. Tree frogs croaked. And fireflies danced.

Every night I would squint into the black, searching for the next burst of light. I later learned each firefly has its own unique pattern of flashing. Through this staccato Morse code they mark territory, ward off challengers, and attract mates. Light is their "love language" it appears.

But this trademark bioluminescence is fleeting, disappearing almost as quickly as it appears. As do the fireflies. A reminder to all of us to cherish every breath, twinkling with promise. 

"All the moments that might add up to God." - Rick Commons