By Jennifer Gavin
As a child, I relished when the sky was this color blue.
I would fly outside, weightless, and catch fireflies with my friends. Running in the crisp night air, I was lost…a graceful, free spirit.
Though I knew my mother was keeping a watchful eye on me, I felt my first sense of independence. I felt like a wild animal hunting my prey. My friends and I would trap the electric insects, cupping our hands sporadically in the night air, modern dance until my mother would call me inside for dinner.
By that time, the sky would be changing anyhow.
What a beautiful, well written piece! Great job!
A story with a gentle spirit… children always play with such joy and abandon. Nice work, Schuyler
I wish I had written this, but I didn’t. The kudos should go to Jennifer.
Sorry, of course Jennifer, my mistake, but I stand by the thoughts
Relatable and beautiful.