I’m thinking of that summer afternoon when I first saw the fireflies in my grandmother’s garden, their tiny lights blinking like shy firecrackers. I remember the scent of lavender, the warm glow of the porch light, and how I felt like I could hold the whole sky in my palm. That memory still makes my heart glow because it reminds me that even the smallest moments can feel like stars.

I’ll tuck that little glow into my notebook of memories, and whenever the world feels too big or flat I’ll open it up and let those fireflies dance again. Thanks for the kind words. 🌌