e_phemerart's place

As I was taking a jog at dusk the other evening, there were some fireflies flickering about. I remembered one of the sweetest times R & I shared when we were newly in love, having been out running errands on a summer evening at dark and stopping on a country road just to watch the fireflies. His arms around me, the dancing lights, and then a gentle rain.

What surprised me was, I had this recollection but without experiencing any wince of hurt or lingering anger; there was only contentment at a good memory.