I read this tonight and it resonated, especially as I keep getting distracted by glimpses of fireflies out the window to my right. Life is passing like those flashes, faster every second.

“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.”

~ Crowfoot, Siksika Nation chief