by Arniel Malaga, July 30, 2006
I cannot see the outline of the limbs of the giant mango tree in our backyard.
Then out of the thickening grasp of darkness, appeared a very faint glow. It appeared like a single silver dust lost in a mountain of coals, trying to surface. It was like a futile attempt to rebel against the omnipotent force of nature. I expected it to disappear, to be drowned on its ambitious struggle. But it remained steadfast, never surrendered and continued to rise with its proud fiery glow. And it rose triumphant over the force that even the moon had succumbed to.
I am a part of this universe; I have the right to be here.
I have fond recollections of fireflies during my childhood. But it was a pleasant surprise to see a single firefly dancing along the barks of the aging mango tree in our backyard one night after all the years. In the midst of pollutions and destruction of their natural habitat, I never expected to see another firefly for the rest of my life. I can still remember how a great number of these wonderful creatures would light a branch of tsiris (cherries) and bugtutae, in suburb Ingas (my birthplace). It was more spectacular than a commercial Christmas tree.
I could only wish him good luck. I found an inspiration.
This article was originally posted on July 30, 2006 in Arniel's blog ...