Jun 2 2011
An insect-sized UFO might not sound blog-worthy. What’s notable is that the darn ball is still flashing. Night after night, I prepare for its absence. It’s a cheap rubber ball. A trinket that came with a pen and a lanyard. It should have fizzled out.
But just when I think I’ve walked far enough, gravel crunching beneath my shoes, there it is. A single, colorful beacon among the glimmer of fireflies.
Amidst acre on acre of green blanketed in black.