I've always loved fireflies.
Their twinkling little lights always signal summer to me, memories of staying out past when the streetlights came on, of running through backyards and fields in pursuit, of gently catching them in your hand, only to let them fly away after just a few seconds of mutual greeting.
Though I'm definitely not a kid anymore, I still get giddy when I spot those first fireflies in the field behind my house, usually in May when summer is drawing near. Even now, I sit outside nearly every night, if only for a minute, to watch them dance and twinkle and mesmerize.
And they never fail to make me smile.
Lovely little fireflies...