Earlier this week I was fortunate enough to spend a little time on the Patuxent River, one of the tributaries leading into the Maryland bay. The awesome thing about being there this time of year is that the water is full of tiny bioluminescent creatures that light up if they bump against anything.
After dusk I went out, swished the water, and watched the sparks flare wherever my hands passed. The creatures are so tiny you don't really feel them except every once in awhile, when a slightly bigger one bumps against you. Those feel like blobs. Watching them in the water is like watching stars swirling under you -or like watching fireflies, when it feels as if the stars decided to come down and play closer to earth, to dance in the woods and the flowerbeds and get caught just for an instant, glowing between your cupped hands.
It can be like touching a miracle.
The thing about these creatures is that you can't see them until after dusk. It's the darkness that reveals the things that carry their own light.