Lit

poppy light
some lights at a friend’s house

Halfway up the hollow, a dim row of lights below the road: the foxfire log. Starlight gleams in a pool beyond. Here and there, the high-pitched, whispery chittering of flying squirrels. When I reach the houses, I hear a familiar double chirp slowed to a fraction of its normal speed, like an old 78 played at 33 RPM. A lone katydid survives out of that whole, once-thunderous late-summer chorus. Kay… tee… Somehow it’s weathered a week and a half of freezing temperatures, and still finds the strength to call at 47°F. Kay… The nightlight glows through my kitchen window, faint as foxfire. Tee… I don’t think anyone is going to help it complete the phrase, not any longer. I hurry indoors, snap on a light, and log onto my email.

12 Replies to “Lit”

  1. I was slightly disappointed to have my suspicion that they are “just” lights confirmed – given the magic of your hollow I was hoping for some sort of natural phenomenon hitherto unknown to me being responsible, but it’s a sumptuous photograph whatever the “nature” of the subject.

  2. I added a caption to the photo to eliminate confusion. Thanks for the comments (and to the Theriomorph for taking the time to read that old post, too).

  3. Wait a minute – hasn’t somebody slipped a poppy seed pod and a wild cucumber pod onto a string of little white Christmas lights? Very cool, whatever the source.

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