A lil' more on mood:

It's tough sometimes to remember that *we* are the adults, and that *this* is what adulting looks like in our world.

Our species is ancient. Hundreds of thousands of years in small tribes. Laughing. Crying. Loving. Fearing. Telling stories.

But individually? We are *so young*. Even the oldest of us.

We try to graft the wisdom of other firefly-lives onto our own.

And make *such* mistakes.

Yet how fortunate we still are--for while here, we always have a chance to grow.