Just Sparkles.

It was dusk before we were making our way through Vermont this evening, on our way to a planned stop (and booked motel rooms) in Gorham, New Hampshire.

A tremendous summer storm was wending its way through the mountains, silhouetting their shapes against lightning-lit skies.

The grassy embankments along the roadsides were lit with miniature lightning of their own: thousands of fireflies.  Sparkling in the rain, they flew past our windows like glitter in the wind, fireworks writ small in the grass and glades.

Mingling in the mist rising from the roads, it was like driving through hot green embers of some mystical fire...