a Butt's Light..

Was on my way home and entering our street at past eight in the evening the other day and was struck in utter amazement of the sight i wasn't prepared to encounter.

A blink, and there goes the single light. A bright one, yellow-greenish, and striking.

Seconds passed by and off goes the light -- randomly blinking in the vast space right in front of me.

Then realization swept over me.. i wasn't seeing any phenomenon worth televising but i was beholding one of the wonders and beauty of nature. Right in front of me was a minute creature, bestowed with a divine power to produce light by itself. Blinking in front of me was in fact a lone firefly..

Such a discovery (that fireflies are still existing in our place) brought numerous awareness:

1. That our place/area still has good environmental conditions that are suitable for the proliferation of the firefly species;
2. That our place/area, though having some developments, are still home to a diverse flora and fauna;
3. It may be a home for a certain firefly population, and may as well serve as a breeding ground for fireflies;
4. That certain firefly I have seen is in search of its mate, for reproduction;
5. and that it is not yet too late to make a move and do my part for the protection and conservation of such an amazing creature.

Marveling over such a discovery, the mere sight of it brought me to the past that i have hidden somewhere in my memory palace -- the times when i, my siblings, and few cousins will roam around our farm during sunsets, in search of the marvel and exuberance brought to us even by just watching the fireflies dance in the middle of the air, lighting their paths, attracting any one and every thing that can behold the wonders they are able to forge..

Then, watching that lone firefly have enthused me, have unleashed an overwhelming emotion that i have become tempted to catch it, let my parents and younger brothers be enthralled by it too. Thank God, good senses have swept over me. I have again became conscious that I have to respect the firefly, no matter how small it is. He too has to live, and catching him may bring about stress that can eventually lead to death. So i mustered not to, i just let him live. Let him do what he is ought to do. Let him reproduce. Such that i may be able to see more and more of his like again.

And yes, i'd love to do that. See the fireflies fly and dance in the air. See them twinkle like the stars above. See their butts light.