As the street lamps blink on one by one, the fireflies begin to glow. They glimmer beneath their ethereal siblings thousands of miles away, and dance in the silver light of the moon. In a secret Morse code of their own, they call to each other,
“I think I love you,” and,
“Would you love me?”
And they twinkle in delight as they pair off and drift to darker corners of the starlit sky. The spirits of the night whisper into the wind as they avert their eyes, their mirthful laughter tinkling the wind chimes on my window. The music of the chimes drift past my ear and I smile as the stars glow brighter above me.