In the evening heat, we sit on the porch watching fireflies light up here and there and here again down in the yard. We pass the bottle back and forth as we settle into the lethargy that overtakes us now at dusk. Years ago, when our children were small, they would run around chasing fireflies, putting them in bottles. Strange to think about those times, before masks, before social distancing. When family gatherings were not on Zoom and we were together in the yard, sitting at tables laughing and playing cards. Passing the babies from lap to lap. As real dark sets in,the fireflies disappear high into the trees. I go inside and set the porridge for breakfast.