Sometimes a moment lingers and the memory it produces is like a snapshot. 

Summer nights brought lightening bugs and incandescent glows. They were easy to catch, even for a child’s hands cupped just so.
I would wait, until the iridescent creature gently resting on my palm performed its light show. Then, opening my hand, it would linger a moment before entering the night.

Last night, something flew into my home. It was small, but larger than a mosquito and resembled not a moth. And there it was, a lightening bug. I cupped it gently in my hands and awaited the show.