We press our noses to opposite sides of the jar, watching the other’s face flicker and glow as the fireflies act the way they do. We lock eyes for a moment, and then continue to watch the creatures. Sure, catching the fireflies in the jar was enjoyable, but nothing beats this. Bellies on the lush land, fingers entwined, eyes fascinated by our current vision. The night is a deep blue, but we feel safe and we know we are safe as long as we’re here. Together. Nothing beats this. I feel similar to the creatures for some reason: I glow now. I radiate some sort of peace and light that comes from an indescribable notion. Could it be love?
All at once, the majority of the contained insects illuminate the entire glass jar with their famous light. Nothing beats this. Our eyes widen simultaneously and we grin instantly at the vast glow the fireflies produce. I then carefully twist the top of the jar to release them after the show is over. Most fly away, flickering as they travel, but two fireflies remain in the jar. I scoot the jar a few inches in the opposite direction, being cautious not to startle them. Watching the rest scatter upward, still holding your hand, I feel warm and content. Nothing beats this.
i’m really lame but this is romantic to me ok