The Magic of Fireflies

I wandered outside last night, when the sun was just setting and the sky slowly darkening. The air was warm and heavy against my skin. Looking out across our lawn, I saw them: little sparks, flickering on and off, brief brilliant spots of light. The existence of fireflies makes me certain that there is magic in the world. What else can account for their joyful beauty? I love to sit and watch them. They are mesmerizing and fill me with a sense of lightness and silent melody. I hope I never get too old for the magic of fireflies.