I went riding/running on the MKT trail tonight at dusk, and as usual found myself doing about 7 min/mile pace as I realized I was 4+ miles from where I started. Ug. I totally need to pace myself.
Anyway, on the way back, I kept noticing that all these fireflies had landed on my shorts and chest, and were just sitting there glowing.
I then noticed the trees were alive with the neon demon glow of millions of fireflies. But they weren’t flying around, and they weren’t blinking either. I guess it was too cold? Anyway, they were just ‘on’. As if to say:
“Yes, Ed. We share your apathy and despondency. We are pathetic like you, and since our boyfriend is in Vienna too, we have lost the impetus to exist.”
Chided by insects, how sad.