When I was a little boy, I loved visiting my grandmother’s house in Sand Springs, Oklahoma. Oh, for the usual reasons you can imagine, but one of my fondest memories was venturing into the field across the street from grandma’s house next to the Frisco train tracks to catch fire flies in a jar. In the evening, right as the sun would go down, we would be delighted to the blinking lights in the field, we saw fire flies by the millions, or so it seemed. We would catch jars full and keep them on grandma’s screened in front porch until she made us go to bed. We would always let the “lightning bugs” go so we could catch them again tomorrow.
I have not noticed fire flies for years, they just don’t seem to exist around our part of north Texas. I missed them, until this week. Tonight was an exceptional night around the Lake of the Ozarks. I went for my walk with the girls, and there on every hill, around ever twist of the road, along every shore of the lake I saw twinkling lights, little flashes from those “lightning bugs” that delighted me as a boy. Fire flies are alive and well here. Such a joy!
As we wandered up and down the snake of a road that follows our lake neighborhood, the birds would chirp providing a symphony for the light show choreographed by the fire flies, and in the distance you could hear the low rumble of thunder rolling across the lake to accompany another light show high in the sky.
My new exercise regimen could not be getting a more pleasant start. I know my mind will wander back to this moment when I return home and gear up my walks on the treadmill at gym. Great motivation to keep my pledge.
