Nature's Bijoux, Part I

The window at the kitchen sink overlooks the backyard, and Dearest's karma-reward for doing dishes tonight was noticing the fireflies in and around the garden. Such delicate fireworks in the thick summer dusk. The only way to bottle such an experience (for the colder, bleaker months ahead) is to banish all else from the moment and just be. And I rejoice that there is no other way to do so.