Stop: Take a moment to appreciate . . .

I must tell you that last night, I went outside, and I looked up, and there was a single firefly, or lightening bug as we called them as kids. I had just had that memory surface like an old song, and there one was, come winking to me as if it wanted to say, "We are still here, same as you." I watched it fly off and I smiled. More came, but I remembered the first most acutely.

Then I searched for Old Moon, and there, between the trees, Moon played hide and seek. I laughed, because it is hard f...