Sight of fireflies

At night, I would go outside and wait for the van arranged by the company to fetch us to work. The past days, I am seeing fireflies. It's been a long time since I saw them last, my childhood, I reckon. It made me glad we got the house.

It must have been the rains that made them reappear. And I hope it rains more because I want to see them more. Fireflies aren't like how they are depicted on TV and movies. The ones we have locally, anyway. They aren't really that bright and they don't shine like steady mini-lanterns.

They move flickering and fading dimly, so at first sight, I thought I might have been imagining them or my eyesight is failing me. When I finally realized that I did indeed see them, I was happy to be there and hated riding the van.

It's a nostalgic thing. And it made me hate so many things in the world that led us to no longer appreciate such subtle beauties in nature, because we need to work, think of the bills and things like that. I am guilty, I have to admit, I have responsibilities, I get home too tired to do anything much, and I know I have to do chores later.

I wish things in the world are as I thought it would be like when I was a kid, but it isn't and I know I have to deal with that.