While walking back from a Restorante in Fiuggi that was located in the woods the night before, I had the distinct feeling I was being watched. After a long pause on the darken road allowing my eyes adjust to the night, I realized that indeed I was being watched, but then again I was not. I could make out in the darkness of the woods, the lazy flitter of the glowing fire flies. That took me to a memory of fire flies when I was a kid standing outside my grandparents house in Pennsylvania on a warm and balmy summer night, much like this evening in Italy. It was mesmerizing.
So today I know that those fire flies are out in these woods, probably sitting on some weeds and leaves, waiting for the darkening of dusk to start again their wonderful mating flights.
Best regards, Douglas