Linger

thoughts on the goodness of the Ascension and the weirdness of fireflies

The June days are long, but we linger around the table on the patio each night as if the longest days of the year aren’t quite long enough.

We linger for the conversation, for the cooling air, for the sparkle of the fireflies. Walking down the driveway with my husband at the end of the day, I suddenly think how impossible fireflies really are. Little fly…