I write beneath the moonlight. Once again, the moon and I are bound in companionship, embarking on our nocturnal adventures. And tonight—just as always, the night returns along with my musings—a being of light has graced me with its presence.
A foolish little smile plays upon my lips… I like to believe it is a beautiful omen, a conversation between souls, or at the very least, the prelude to one—whispers of past lives, energies, and fated encounters.
It is now the deep hours of the night, and as the melody of my keyboard fills the silence, I reflect on all the moments yesterday that caught me by surprise—the butterflies, the hummingbirds that flitted through my garden, the ever-present music that emboldens my heart, stripping away its timidity and awakening its sense of adventure, and this peculiar little cocuyo (fire beetle), bearing a rather curious name, which, I must confess, I like it very much.
Allow me to introduce Pyrophorus noctilucus, a beetle with a grandiose name and, let us be fair, a marvel of bioluminescence. Unlike fireflies, it emits a steady glow even in stillness.
It had been quite some time since I last saw cocuyos here.
As a child, I would catch them and place them in a glass jar. Naturally, we punctured tiny holes in the lid to ensure they could breathe. They shone brilliantly—it was delightful. Then, we would release them and watch in awe as they adorned the cloak of night with their luminous presence.
That was usually in the village where I spent my holidays with my mischievous cousins—a reckless joy (craziness, let's say) embraced me upon arrival and departure, and one that, it seems, still pulses through my veins 😊.
For English speakers, in the video I simply ask it to fly, and when the fire beetle starts walking along my arm, I tell it that it seems to be heading in the wrong direction.
See you soon. I hope you also enjoy this beautiful moment. I'm off to sleep now.
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