There is something magical about twilight, particularly in the desert or in the woods. And no one can predict what you will see.
My favorite time of day is twilight…twilight in any season, twilight in any location. Even the city at twilight takes on a magical presence for me.
So it was I happened to find myself, along with my brindle boxer, Leon, walking through a small copse of trees at twilight.
The trail forked at a small clear stream. As we stopped at the fork, a cool breeze wafted through the trees, rippling across the water.
In a little clearing ahead just beyond the stream, I thought I saw a light flash. Then, I saw another and another. In the growing dusk, little pinpoints of light randomly flashed on and off. Fireflies! I looked around. Fireflies were everywhere.
Leon sensed something was going on and stopped snuffling around a tree. He had a look of surprise on that scrunched up boxer face of his.
Then seven buff-colored does stepped out of thick undergrowth and stood amongst the fireflies. They looked at us nervously, but did not bolt into the woods.
Leon had never seen fireflies or a deer before…living a sheltered and pampered life, and he was astounded. He promptly sat down and took it all in.
So did I. The deer, the fireflies and the fact that Leon was sitting there quietly was an amazing sight, and one of the true charms of twilight.
