Turn here at the freckle

Tonight a firefly and I became friends. My smell maybe, their peaceful nature? Have you ever noticed how easy they are to catch? They don’t fling and jerk like other insects. They don’t mind being touched, being cupped. He mapped my fingers to no end for 20 minutes while I talked with a friend. Caught in arm hair, transferring hands, wandering the same expanse of skin. There’s much I can learn from him.

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4 Responses to Turn here at the freckle

  1. Ah, Rachel – of course you and the firefly would befriend each other. You have much in common, I think. . . light and softness, the wont to map and understand things like scent, similarities, skin? (I have always had a soft spot for fireflies – have a look-see here – – – http://icelines.blogspot.com/2010/02/reminded-of-fireflies_04.html) xo

    • rachvb says:

      It’s something I love about the summer’s here. There are so many! I always get excited when I see my first one of the season. This year I was checking on the tulips or something in the back yard and one flickered. And as the months went on, more and more showed up and that’s when you know it’s really summer. I wonder what they do in the winter?
      Thanks for the link and always for your kindness.
      xoxo

  2. Lindsey says:

    I love this post. It kinda makes me want to cry … but I don’t really know why yet. Fireflies and big, fat bumble bees – the only two bugs in the history of creepy, crawlies that I don’t mind. I actually quite enjoy them.

    • rachvb says:

      Weep if you want to! =)
      Glad I touched a nerve – in a good way. I like the big, fat bumble bees too, but I like it when they have pollen on their bums and all over them and they are filthy, rolling around in pollen.
      Love you.

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