I dare anyone who has ever watched the dusk settle in, only to have hundreds of tiny amber-lit creatures rise from the grass like little sparks of the divine, tell me they haven’t fallen in love with fireflies. With life. With the planet. With the mysterious power of Mother Nature to enchant just by going about her business. Maybe the love affair (your love affair?) lasted for one glorious summer, only a few hours, or, like me, for a lifetime but, surely, love arrived.