You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep
Because they'd fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You'd think me rude but I'd just stand and stare
- Owl City
This song has gotten under my skin. Although I am sure the writer intended a more profound association for his lyrics, it is bringing back memories of all those nights when I couldn’t stop admiring the beautiful inky midnight blue spread above filled with dancing fireflies. It feels like I am uncorking a jar of glorious nights, stumbled into unknowingly and collected little by little over the years.
Nights which amazed me – I thought I have never seen it this beautiful; nights which made me wistful, sometimes poetically lonely; nights, the beauty of which, brought pure joy and happiness and you wanted to sing out loud; and then nights where there couldn’t have been a more heady combination than that of stars and silence .
Most of all, nights that make you believe that nights like these is purpose enough for life. Now, if only I could remember that...