Her tiny eyelids gently fluttered a single swiss-army-triplet, as her wide, blue eyes stared out into the night. The curiosity was boiling inside her.

There it was again!

Her disbelief melted away, revealing a rich golden excitement deep inside the little girl. Millions of tiny lamps flickered on the black tapestry of night; their grace reflecting a warm glimmer in her eyes for the first time.

She would not remember this moment; her mind the fragile New that it was. None the less, the happiest moment of her life came with the rebirth of Summer’s fireflies.