ONE STEP AT A TIME

One of the things I do miss about South Carolina, were the magical evenings that would happen for a few nights each year, probably late spring, early summer.
I'd walk out on into the yard on a hot and muggy night, and down by the creek, among all the trees would be thousands of fireflies lighting up in the night darkness. Each searching as if reading some ancient scripture; maybe drawn by the yearning to find another, or even by a deeper meaning and purpose in their being, designed in the ages, spoken in the now.

One of the songs we sung on Sunday...

Where do we come from?
What are we?
Where are we going?
Where do we come from?
Mystery. Mystery.
Life is a riddle and a mystery.
Where do we come from?
Where are we going?

Leaving for Montreal in a few days....Brrrrrrr.