The Story of Thyme
When Duncan and I left Tesse's party, we walked through the park on our way down to the train, and we saw a flotilla of fireflies. They were so beautiful--I told Duncan in the next segment of the Thyme series, we shoud name one of the fairies "Firefly." I called to them and one of them landed on my hand. I named him "Wild Thyme." Wild Thyme stayed on my hand for quite some time, crawling up and down, up and down my thumb, my hand, my wrist, until we reached 145th Street whereupon I debarked and walked through St. Nicholas Park. Wild Thyme did not want to leave me but I talked to him, explaining why his place was in the grass on the park and not on my hand. Eventually I bent down and held my hand next to a blade of grass, whereupon Wild Thyme crawled off my hand and onto the grass. I said goodbye and continued on. It was difficult but you know, sometimes, you just gotta cut the cord.