It used to be magic, going outside in inky blackness except for the lightning bugs and the constellations, especially during meteor showers when the stars seemed to dance around you. Even the tiniest backyard was a fairyland, sure to have lunar moths and a resident owl
It used to be magic, going outside in inky blackness except for the lightning bugs and the constellations, especially during meteor showers when the stars seemed to dance around you. Even the tiniest backyard was a fairyland, sure to have lunar moths and a resident owl