This was a freewrite I wrote one quiet evening while sitting on a park bench watching the Sun retreat from the treetops. However, there were plenty of other lights that came out in the twilight. This was the product of some happy, random dabbling with words. Enjoy!
Fireflies! The silence of the smallest fireworks pirouetting in the air on soft summer nights. That sparkle in my peripheral letting me know that I’m not alone. Twinkling to life, startled by my footsteps and always travelling up. Their journey begins on the tip of a blade of grass. They flare to life around my knees before flickering out of existence on their quest for the stars like angels pointing the way.