Little points of yellow light are popping up in my yard tonight, dancing in the twilight. The little bugs are dancing their mating ritual, not entirely like the folks in the clubs and bars of DC. The signs of summer are multiplying, the sidewalk cafes, the teeming masses of tour buses and tourists, the increasing humidity and now the fireflies.

I grew up in the West, where fireflies are a storybook tale, not the joyous indicator of the impending summmer. This is one thing I would miss back home.

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