Last night in her yard, we talked about our pasts as fireflies surrounded us. She said her kids used to trap them in jars. I remember seeing fireflies at my first home in Suncrest, or dreaming I saw them, and never seeing them again until now.

As I fell asleep outside, the firefly light was so deep I thought planes were flying over. I thought angels were opening their chests to me. Her yard was a crack of lightening, a light pulsing on my mattress in the screen tent, rain coming down around me. Blankets smelling of fresh laundry misted by the rain brought an infinite comfort