Fireflies and Bats

Last evening I jogged at twilight—my companions: fireflies; crickets; a chunky raccoon scampering across the way; a spry dear subsequent and parallel to the raccoon; and, perhaps coolest of all, a couple of bats who kept up pace and circled my path occasionally, presumably to echolocate and nab the fireflies.

Come to think of it, I posted in late 2014 of how a bat circled me at twilight as I played droney, open-tuned acoustic guitar on the stoop of the yurt I was vacationing in just off-shore from the southern fork of the American River west of Tahoe.

A casual reminder that I’m way more goth than I outwardly seem.