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It's so beautiful outside.

The sky is blue, but dark.

There is barely a breeze.

A cool chill, that's all.



No lightning bugs out, yet.

Fireflies, as other people call them.

I ponder and thing of my childhood.

Taking out a jar to catching them.



I would poke holes in the top.

Those bugs have a distinct smell.

I still remember it vividly.

I'm weird, but I love it.



The smell of the early night.

Refreshing yet makes you sleepy.

You know it's time for bed.

So you enjoy one more minute of it.