What’s a lonely firefly to do?

Ruminations on the plight of a solitary lightning bug.

Photo by Ihor Malytskyi on Unsplash

I remember a time when I could look out at night from my back porch and be dazzled.

Glimmering fairy lights flashed in the darkness, skimming over the grass and the garden until dawn.

Blinking on and off, on and off, like some kind of secret code.