sex like fireflies

or, rather... fireflies like sex. (a comparison, not a declaration about the opinions of fireflies)

i was at a freedom celebration gathering tonight, during which, the fireflies decided to come to life. i took a couple minutes to disengage from the party and stand on the lawn admiring the light show (later came the fireworks, of the pyrotechnic variety, not the people-relationship kind).

i was actually rather taken by the beauty and coolness (yeah, parker lewis can't lose, can he?) of it all. and at one point i even sighed one of those "oh god this is great" sighs... granted, maybe alcohol had something to do with it, but alcohol and sex can be mixed just the same and produce just the same sighs.

my point?

heh... you should know by now that i can ramble on without "a point."

email me if you think you've decrypted a point from this mumbo-jumbo.

sometimes, it's just the simple things that are soooooooooo good.