She tried to take pictures of fireflies at night.
But the yellow-gold flashes moved too quickly and then vanished.
Only to light up again in an entirely different place.
And she guessed at where it would turn up next.
Flitting around like a child playing a game.
Running her hands over the tops of too tall grasses.
Lost for a moment in what felt like chasing magic, caught in hot summer breezes.
A fairy tale world where she imagined enchanted lights, hiding away behind doors that led to secret places.
Standing in a field of sparkle set to the music of invisible crickets.
Scanning the space around her for the chance to pretend again.