The fireflies are swarming.
On my arms like preludes to approaching rain, I feel their tiny bodies ricochet.
Most dive and recover, arcing off my skin; others land, stunned, and crawl across follicles that are nearly half their size.
Everything is relative, it seems -- their obstacles are thin as filaments.
I strive to walk slowly...
I don't want to impede their flight.
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