Fly and make light 0 ▲ Chad Comello 1 hour ago · Life · hide A poem Sometimes I stand on summer nights,look at the stars and smile as I smell the atmosphere. I grab a lightning bug and then open my hand to watch it prepare to fly again. As it does, I wonder at a creature who only wants to fly and make light, and nothing more. Commenting on Bubbles has been removed. Why? If you want to talk about this post, write to the author, use the comments on their blog if it has them, or reply with a "RE:" post on your own blog. Suggestions? feedback@bubbles.town
