October 2018
Like a firefly on a calm night, sometimes beauty appears in an instant in front of my nose with a warm glow too lovely and too close to even think about reaching out my hand to touch it. By the time I do it has dimmed and faded back into the breeze with a trail of twinkling light. If I should chase it, it will send me jumping through the grass in my bare feet stumbling over bumps and stones as it flickers through the air above me. If I should enclose it in a jar and hold it in my hands, its light will surely dwindle the longer I pretend it is mine to keep. But if I should sit patiently and appreciate its presence in the fleeting moments it makes its light seen, maybe it will land and stay a while and share the sky with me. And we can wonder together if those stars which dot it are made of the very same things as we.
Miss LaQuist 