Just witnessed the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life.
My colleague and her husband took me to see the fireflies
on a river bridge, in the heart of the woods, surrounded by mountains
on each side.
The lime-green sparkle of the endless fireflies against the pitch black dark…
WOW just wow.
It was not real life.
Amidst thought of awe, wonder and gratitude,
I began wishing I could be there with someone else.
My immediate family or a lover.
Oh how romantic it would be to be gazing at the lights with someone
I blame Hollywood or Brad and Angelina.
But I made myself snap out of it.
I enjoyed the moment as it was.
As I was.
As I am.
And, it was enough.