There are so many bright, shining moments not celebrated in legend or in memoir. Maybe they are not even recorded as journal entries. In their uniqueness, they fall short of sharing.
Often, I wonder if I let them go a little sooner than I should, like when fireflies first appear.
There is the brilliance of first firefly light, and maybe for a few nights hence, I am at the window for the show. Each firefly’s life is brief, a bright and shining moment.
Why am I not cognizant of each firefly evening so I might glimpse the last night of the last firefly? Is there not equal brilliance then?
This year, I remembered firefly season in its beginning but I did not stay for the last night of the last firefly.
I tell myself there is always next year but surely, bright and shining moments are not limited to any one season, even if firefly moments are.