The insects are calling, but they are always calling. The beautiful, the inspiring, the slightly evasive, the collectively hard-working buzzing kind, and just when we think we might have to stop and pause to remember some other category, we remember the magic or someones memory of magic in a backyard or an open field. Shh, a firefly. Shhh, let it glow: another stubborn reminder to keep sharing your light, to not give up on private signals, to let yourself glow when it suits you.
