I cried in silence because words can’t capture a sacred moment. What to say when you’re in the presence of something majestic? No one had seen a firefly in decades. My mother had told me about them, because her father had told her about them, like a myth passed down through generations. The pesticides wiped them out, my mother told me, which her father had told her, which her grandfather had told him. But there it was, tiny and powerful.
