A Gift of Enchantment

Warm Moist early summer air

enveloping, giving a feeling of pink

as the sun descends

and lowers a blanket

of mist upon

the wild summer

grasses growing

freely

over long

rolling hills

of the parkland

wisely preserved

by our ancestors.

What’s this?

Twinkling lights

within the mist

360 degrees

of enchantment

gently blinking beauty

calling first here

then there

where

a smile

comes

unbidden

to settle

upon

a heart

forever

remembering

this moment

and

grateful

for the

generous

gift.

The above is a recollection of an early summer evening
in which I experienced a field completely covered in fireflies
as I momentarily left the Winnipeg Folk Festival to cycle
and also walk back to my campsite to change and retrieve what I
needed for the evening's festivities. This moment of enchantment
will remain within my memory forever, whereas I do not recall
much of the boisterous activities of a crowd of over 30,000 people.

Hmm... food for thought.