The warm summer night air whips through my hair. I crouch down in the tall grass and race across the field as quiet as possible trying not to be seen. I know I’m not supposed to be out this late, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to see the fireflies. I go to the field by the pack house. I sneak quietly so no patrols hear me. The frogs and crickets are chirping up a storm, they almost mask any noise I would make. I make it to the field and sit down. I watch the yellow dots glow bright and then dim, as the fireflies dance their way across the field. There’s hundreds of them floating around. Something about this field draws them here. I don’t know what it is but I’m not complaining. It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. Totally worth it. The moon hangs like a small sliver up i
