The shadow haunted my dreams throughout the night. I walked through the woods, making my way past trees to the laughter I heard ahead of me. There is a woman gathering wood while her son chases the fireflies. She calls to him and he runs to her, jumping in the air to catch the bugs. She laughs at his playfulness, bending down to snap a larger piece of wood against her knee.
I am like a ghost traveling to the delightful scene playing out in front of me. I walk up to the mother, she has a somber look on her face. The sadness is in her eyes, but for her child she puts on a smile. I walked to the child, holding my hand in the air to catch the fireflies. It is a little chilly, maybe summer/fall weather. I hear a sound.
The mother stops what she is doing and looks around. She heard it, too. T
