Last night as part of our date, Kathy and I went strolling through the woods
near the San Marcos river at twilight. The area is charming at any time, but
was near-magical last night as a phenomenal number of lightning bugs were
engaged in amorous pursuits at the same time we were. I haven’t seen so many
of the luminescent critters since visiting the grandparents in Georgia as a
boy. The constant flicker and glow made one suspect that the stories of
fairies and leprachauns might have originated on such nights. Beautiful.