It was a dark night. Thick, dark, gray clouds had made sure that there was no starlight or moonlight to1me as I walked out of my porch(门厅). Still, I kept the porch light off because I didn't want to be 2 by bugs and moths(飞蛾)on this sticky 3evening. I stood there for a while letting my eyes adjust to the lack of 4.
It was then, though, that I saw them. First one blink of light at the far end of the 5followed by another and then another. I 6. I recognized them at once as my firefly(萤火虫)friends, my lightning bug buddies who always 7 this time of the year.
When I was little I used to sit in the grass and watch them 8 fly around blinking on and off. I never9and put one in a jar as some kids did because I never wanted to hurt these messengers of light. Their time on this earth was so 10 as it was. I tried to enjoy them each night they were here. It always 11 me when they disappeared(消失) in the fall and it always made my heart sing when they 12 the next summer.
We are like them in a lot of ways. Our 13 here on earth is short. Often our light of love is more like on and off blinks rather than a 14 shine. Still, we do our best to share it and take 15 in knowing that others will be shining their light long after we are gone.
