There used to be a lot more lightning bugs.
What I was a kid, there'd be hundreds, thousands of them. They filled my front yard like the stars filled the sky. My sister and I would go out into the yard on the warm Summer nights and it seemed that all we had to do was wave our jars around to catch as many as we wanted. And, if we missed one, there were plenty more for us to chase.
There used to be so many of the things.
I wonder where they all went.
Life provides its own metaphors.