I hesitate sometimes when I think of posting a piece. It's always frightening to do this. ...Fear of judgment and whatnot. But sometimes something erupts and reminds me of how fragile our life can be. Every moment should be cherished. No matter how much we try to deny it, we're all going to fade. I found fireflies outside of my bedroom window last night. I've never seen them there. This is for Ferd. He died yesterday. PS. If you don't see them in the circles, then adjust your monitor and don't blink. They go by fast. Like life.
