The water from the Potomac still hung to my skin making the rushing summers night air cold from its invisible touch. I was distracted, staring up into the darkened tree tops watching the glistening fields of fireflies, propositioning each other in ephemeral glory. I thought of you and where you might be, and if this switch that somehow had been flipped off with your departure might miraculously set itself right. I was somehow comforted and sadden to call myself a fool for thinking in such selfish fashion.