Summer in the South
comes with temperatures in the 90s, matched by humidity creeping into the 90s
as well. And things don’t cool down or dry out much at night, which you can
count on in California.
But along with those
humid evenings comes something I’ve never seen in the Golden State: fireflies.
Last year, in the
Arlington highrise, I didn’t see any of them, but now, they flit about my patio
right outside my sliding door. Sometimes they’ll even crawl up the glass, as
though trying to get a good look at my décor.
Here are a couple of
clips—you do have to look carefully to see them, but they’re there.
They only seem to
appear around dusk, but I’m so grateful to have them here, for however long
they choose to stay.
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