A sweet, Sorrento night sky;
An orange sun sinking into the black of things.
There are six of us.
Arm in arm, dreamily strolling along a dirt path.
Cackling from the wine.
High off the fumes of new friendship and ready to sleep off the beauty of the day.
But then…
Fire-flies.
Hundreds of them, maybe thousands.
Dancing and prancing and spinning at the foot of a twisted, Italian tree.
And us Aussie kids…
Gah!
How we marvel.
How we inhale every bit of that darling wonder.
Enough, at least, to fill this darling page.
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