It was dusk: cloud stacks slowly encroached upon fluid fields of peach and aquamarine washes, resembling the insides of summer’s richness. Stillness wafted upon southern breezes that felt like a newborn’s breath.
I stopped walking.
Ahead, the serpentine path slithered alongside undulating hillocks shimmering with emerald-grasses. Occasional peeps heightened the drama of the fading light.
Within a stand of rough-barked honey locust trees, glowing flashes darted here, there; then, behind me. Suddenly, other summers from childhood engulfed me. Alone, away from whooping kids playing kick-the-can on our street, I held the mayonnaise jar in perspiring hands and trained my eyes for the next blip of light. I would catch one of them. Within this pursuit a shimmering darkness assuaged my loneliness. I could breathe.
Such inexplicable events occur in the in-between-times of our lives, satiate our senses, nurture our spirits, and bond us in communion. Indeed, all is well!
Heart Whisperings 
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June 28, 2017 at 3:47 pm
sandybeatrice
Liz, I think this is the most beautiful of all your posts! It reminds me of Proust’s biting into a madeleine, which transported him to another moment long before. Such moments are never lost but bloom again in our consciousness, and indeed, as you say, all is well. I was very moved, perhaps because fireflies, as well as mimosa trees, the smell of cornfields, and the idea of frosted mugs A & W root beer take me back to my summers from childhood. Thank you, Liz!