Firefly Bandana

Around here, we call ‘em lightning bugs—tiny sparks of summer, flickerin’ through the dark. We catch ‘em in grandma’s old mason jars, watching ‘em glow like little storms in the palm of your hand. A flash, a flicker, and then—poof. Relámpago en una botella!!! Just a little bit of magic, gone before you can hold it.