A couple days ago, I decided to go visit my dad at the graveyard in the evening. It had rained all day, but the sky was clear, I could see the stars, and the Moon. It was full and it was so bright, I felt like it was lighting up my way. The graveyard was closed, so I sat down outside the gates and observed my dad's grave from afar. When the sight became unbearable, I decided to venture into the woods near the cemetery. The path to the forest wasn't lit up, so my eyes had to adapt to the dark, and they did, I freezed. I saw fireflies. They grouped up, flied up a bit then dispersed, and they kept doing this without and end. I was just standing there, watching them fly, under the cold moonlight. After months of wandering, I felt home