What a rare thing to witness the natural world not in its normal constant motion of branches swaying, leaves twirling, grasses bending, birds flitting, a squirrel clinging to the side of a tree, frozen but for its tail quivering with uncertainty. Even in death the maggots move flesh like swirling currents of a river.
I don't remember the last time I have seen fireflies and it made me realize how much we miss when we are tucked into our houses at night. I turned off my headlamp and pushed back my hood. I watched the blinking bugs and listened to the slow patter of raindrops on the tall grasses and leaves of the trees.