He says, “Fireflies are beautiful. I can’t believe

you’ve never seen them. You can catch them

in a bottle, you know? We’ll stay in Aunt Annie’s

cottage in Hanover. When the heat is high, the

tree line is where we’ll watch lights dance against

the night sky. In the morning we’ll eat porridge and

when afternoon lethargy sets in, we’ll feel strange,

but humidity is beautiful. It leaves a moist bloom

across the face; a refreshing mask that brightens and

plumps the skin. What do you think? You up for it?”