Shining stars and fireflies, specks of light--specks of nothing, lit. And then diamonds dancing and slipping through my wondering hands. I chased them, with the children. I fell on the dewey grass, and the children were leaping into the sky around me. I sighed, and the stars blew away. Then, one landed on my nose.

I stared at the light, and the light stared at me. And the children were leaping into the sky around me.

photo by garmonique.