Summer


I wandered across the meadow next door. It was a warm summer’s night, dark, and moonless..

..There were a handful of fireflies flickering intermittently, some so close to me I could see they were burning green as they flew, and some further away, who seemed to be flashing white.

And in the sky above them a continual roil of distant summer lightning (the storm distant enough that it was silent) burned and flashed and illuminated the clouds. It seemed as if the lightning bugs were talking to the lightning, in a perfect call and response of flash and counterflash. I watched the sky and the meadow flash and flash and realised that I was perfectly happy…

 

Text by Neil Gaiman. Have a great summer. I’m taking some time off to recharge and reboot.

Regards,

Tommy

 

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2 thoughts on “Summer

  1. Alex says:

    Happy trails dude, catch you after your holibobs 🙂

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