Rural MN in July.
It was one of those windless, humid midsummer days when the sun burns and the cicadas buzz like a high voltage electrical transformer. That sound always makes the sun feel hotter somehow.
We arrived at the campground in the afternoon to discover that the only spots available were rustic sites that we had to hike about a mile out to with all our gear. We weren’t prepared. Our gear was heavy, there was too much of it, it was spread all over the place, and the weather was hot and really muggy. On top of it all, the path was plagued by thorny raspberries and spiny Canada Thistle leaves that stung my bare legs and ankles as we walked.
We found our camp in a tree grove in the middle of an open prairie. It turned out to be beautiful. When night fell, the prairie came alive with fireflies. The sky was a velvety blue, with no moon, and the stars were countless. I went out into the meadow to examine lightning bugs and pick raspberries by starlight, when I looked back to see our tiny campfire among the fireflies and stars. In that moment, I felt at one with everything.
If you look closely, you can see the little orange glow of our fire in the tree grove.
I used glow-in-the-dark paint for the fireflies. 🙂