Making the best of the flip side of paradise here in the Green Swamp in a power outage I have turned on the generator and rigged up the computer to the internet to bypass the router. Seems to work. The power company is working on the problems, they say.
I look out at the edge of the pasture and see billions of fireflies magically blinking beneath the occasional streaks of lightning across the sky. It is raining gently now, after the fierce winds of heavy squalls that rearranged all the porch furniture. Again there is the heavy thunder of more storms coming from the north.
I am happy to think that Quincy will be here in a couple of days and we will go out just before bedtime and drink in the amazing sight of all those fireflies that he has remembered from last year when he was five. Yesterday, in town, when I picked him up from play camp he spoke of wanting to come to the ranch, and did I think that there would be fireflies? Of course, of course. Grandma can do anything!
The world is a heavy place right now. Three wars! Africa exploding! The Middle East! Chaos and mayhem everywhere!
Just for a little bit of time go outside in the evening and hold hands with a small person and look at the fireflies, those benign creatures who must have been put on Earth to give us a little hope when it is most needed.
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