We'd trap bees as they made their way into flowers on the bushes lining the sidewalks. We'd stalk, trap and ultimately unwittingly kill fireflies. And we'd breathe in sharply as we'd pluck the bell-shaped flowers on the honeysuckle vines, gulping down a liquid that I've yet to find a comparison to.
waving and wafting in breeze.
We are hummingbirds.
For One Single Impression. Thank you to OSI and Geraldine for this trip down memory lane. Do read the fine offerings this week.