Jars Full Of Light

Personal memory by Teri Nye

1970 CEWarsaw, IN, USA

What a lucky child I was, privileged and fortunate. I was given a mason jar and released into the evening. So easily, so abundantly, the lightning bugs filled my jar, furnished as it was with fresh leaves of dandelions and clover. Upon scooping up a dazzling glow, I covered the jar with its pierced lid. Then watched, mesmerized by the flashing bodies. Around me the crickets grew louder and louder, and the evening turned to night. It was time for bed. And time to open the lid and watch the small, wonderful creatures resume their search.