Arkansas, 1969; driving around one night in my 1960 LeSabre, with college friends. Someone directed me to Cabin Creek Public Access Area, a rec area on the Dardenelle reservoir. The night was pitch black, and there must just have been a major emergence of fireflies; the creekbed area was lit up with countless sparks. I've mentioned around here before that, a few years later, I encorporated the scene into one of the most beautiful dreams I've ever had.