A Weekend Retreat

 

In the dark of the evening the sound of crickets mixes with voices  little   and  BIG.

I catch a fleeting glimpse here and there of a foot quickly hopping over

a puddle as the flashlight darts by.

 

The air  is sweet of  honeysuckle and rain.

In the clearing ahead hundreds of flashing lights dance over the field.

Lightening Bugs!

 

We marvel, we catch, we wonder...

 

Soon we head back down the dirt road- souls invigorated

and guided only by the light of a little boy.

 

 

 

Thanks Greg and Becca for a lovely weekend and the fond new memories made.

We're looking forward to next time! :)