A Glowing Visitor

I slipped under the screen door to sit on the cool porch step. Night had arrived! Right near my toes, a tiny blinking green light appeared on a dried twig. It paused. Then flickered on again! I leaned down close, resting my soft hands on the wood. A little firefly was resting its wings. We sat together in the quiet dark for a few slow breaths before it floated up into the night air.