(Continued from yesterday's entry "The firefly night")
My sister and I wandered around in the night, sometimes hand in hand. My mother dragged behind, somewhat breathlessly, as I and my sister were walking fast.
It was quite a while before we could get any signs of fireflies. Suddenly, there was a cry. "Look, there goes the firefly!" We dashed on, but could not really observe the light hindered by the walls of people's backs.
Then a little boy came along, with an insect cage hanging from his hand. Lights could be seen going on and off in it. There were fireflies! "Where did you capture these things?" My mother ventured to ask. "Just there, over in the forest!" The boy's caretaker answered.
"Into the forest!" I cried, and I went off in that direction, with the equally excited sister. We looked around and around, but there were no signs of fireflies. Perhaps the had all gone to bed by now.
But then, as if in a miracle, there, in the grass near a big tree, was a flickering and vibrant light. We found the firefly! We made the encounter at last!
Strangely, by this time, the zeal to capture the insect and take it home was gone. I and sister lingered on to watch the fireflies without bothering to capture them. The night breeze was cool and pleasant. And then, gradually, we made friends with the darkness itself. The fireflies did not matter any more.
In a tranquil mood, we went home and slept.
6 comments:
Thank you for your memorable story!
I want be friend with the darkness in my mind, although it may be not easy.
I felt like I had been in this scene before. Wonderful!
Thanks to a recollection of your childhood, I understand one of the reasons why we feel so attracted to fireflies. We can make friends with the darkness itself through a faint luminous life.
It is a touching sight that they dance in groups, for exampe, an illuminated tree. But gazing in wonder at a few flickering lights, as the boy and his sister did, is equally a vivid experience. The fade-in and out in the darkness still correspond with my life.
It's so curious that once I start to capture the insect,I can't stop it easily. Moreover I dare to do everything like a hunter.
...I wonder we human being used to hunting in ancient times.
So you captured the darkness in your brain cage.
Dear:Mr.Mogi
It was a beautiful 2days essay for one.
I felt firefly's sparkle very comfortable and pain deeply.
I don't know that same as you and your sisiter's feeling.
But I could see a beautiful flickering and vibrant light.
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