Last night we were expecting a thunderstorm after a stifling, humid day. Just around dusk, I went out on the back deck for a minute and noticed something so I called to Seamus to join me.
There were hundreds of fire flies twinkling in our yard and in all the surrounding neighbors' yards. I've never seen anything like, even out in the country where I grew up. Seamus and I stood out there watching in silence, except for a few oohs and aahs, for a very long time before the rain finally started. It was still too beautiful to go inside so we sat under the picnic umbrella and enjoyed the rain and cool breeze.
Later, when James came home, Seamus told him all about the "lightning bug show". That's one I'm going to treasure.