have a pocket full of starlight
You know what's really sad about summers now? I miss the fireflies. When I was a kid living in Nebraska, the night in the summer was so full of fireflies it was like the air was strung with miniature Christmas lights. I used to go outside and fill a jar with them (and some of the leaves they ate) for a nightlight, and let them go the next morning. Now I feel lucky if I'm out walking at night and I see the green-yellow glimmer of a single firefly on the bike path. I miss walking outside to what looked like a fairy wonderland.
It reminds me of La Parguera in Puerto Rico, known as 'Phosphorescent Bay'. In it live hundreds of dinoflagellates that glow and sparkle when they're disturbed. When I went there as a child, the water around the boat glowed and shimmered, and my mother said when she was a child the bay looked like an ocean of stars. When I went back as a teenager, the water only glowed when the guide dove in and splashed around. All the bright things are going away.
It reminds me of La Parguera in Puerto Rico, known as 'Phosphorescent Bay'. In it live hundreds of dinoflagellates that glow and sparkle when they're disturbed. When I went there as a child, the water around the boat glowed and shimmered, and my mother said when she was a child the bay looked like an ocean of stars. When I went back as a teenager, the water only glowed when the guide dove in and splashed around. All the bright things are going away.