Saw my first of the season about a week ago, and tonight they are at last out in full force. Sat outside for the longest time, watching and remembering.

There are, of course, my own childhood memories of catching lightning bugs, but the memories that moved me most were of summer nights chasing across backyards with my son during those long innocent years of his early childhood and latency period. Seeing the magic in the world again through his eyes and smile. I was tempted to get up and catch a few as I remembered.

I guess there is some magic we never get too old to believe in.