With the fireflies above and illuminated porpoises below it was a fantastic sight. In the centre of the bay they swam around, diving and rolling, occasionally leaping high in the air and falling back into a conflagration of light. Glittering streams of them flew out over the bay, swirling over the water, and then, right on cue, the porpoises appeared, swimming in line into the bay, rocking rhythmically through the water, their backs as if painted with phosphorus. Never had we seen so many fireflies congregated in one spot they flicked through the trees in swarms, they crawled on the grass, the bushes and olive-trunks, they drifted in swarms over our heads and landed on the rocks, like green embers. But gradually more and more appeared, until parts of the olive-grove were lit with a weird green glow. Then, as the wine was opened at the end of the meal, as if by arrangement, a few fireflies appeared in the olives behind us – a sort of overture to the show.įirst of all there were just two or three green specks, sliding smoothly through the trees, winking regularly. When we were tired we waded out of the sea, the water running off our bodies so that we seemed to be on fire, and lay on the sand to eat. By plunging your hand into the water and dragging it along you could draw a wide golden-green ribbon of cold fire across the sea, and when you dived as you hit the surface it seemed as though you had plunged into a frosty furnace of glinting light. “The phosphorescence was particularly good that night. Through Bass's wonder, she felt ten years old again- catching her first fireflies and discovering the magic of the Looms.” While kids were messy, distracting, and obviously a ton of work, they also opened a path to the past. Watching his eyes widen in amazement, Sanna understood something she'd always missed. Sanna let hers go and it flew straight for Bass's white T-shirt. We can't go back until you catch your first firefly." "Look inside." She held her hands out to Bass, who peeked between her fingers at the creature who flashed in her makeshift cage. Sanna looked around her and gently cupped her hands around a bug that had flown close to them. "There are always more of them here than in any other part of the orchard. The longer they waited, the more dots appeared, little stars twinkling just for them. “In a few moments, pale yellow-green dots flashed all around them.
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