Why Am I A June Bug When I Want To Be A Firefly?

Dusk, and the porch light snaps on, its electronic eye vigilant against the growing darkness. Soon, they begin the slow circling of the light, their plump bodies thumping on the glass. Restless, always seeking to attain the elusive prize, to become one with the light, they blunder on. When sun touches the concrete steps, I find them there, laid out, lifeless, their energy spent reaching for success. Meanwhile...in the wildflower garden, the fireflies wing their way to immortality. Fluttering, streaking, wrapped in light they carry [...]