My phone camera distorted a tiny sliver-moon into a blurry dot, but still beautiful to hold in my mind.

The moon says, “I endure. I started to blink my eye at your birth and only now has the lid begun to move.” It says, “Dan, you really need to get over yourself.”

It was comforting to see the fireflies tonight. Hasn’t their number been dwindling in recent years? We may all soon be holding our memories of the former world a bit closer and tighter.