The Language of Light
Fireflies, bioluminescence, and midsummer celebrations.
Call me a hater, but there are a lot of things I loathe about summer in New York. The heat, the humidity, the incessant mechanical humming of air conditioners and the lack of quietude. Some people love this weather; I personally am not a fan of the heat. I have dreams of working remotely from Greenland. I would choose to live in Antarctica if fresh produce were more readily available.
Summers on the East Coast are relatively new for me, so maybe I just need more time to adjust. I moved here in September 2021 and prior to that had lived in San Francisco, Ireland, and Washington State – places with (historically) mild weather. Since then every summer has been the hottest summer of my life. Apparently I did not inherit any of the Taiwanese genes resistant to subtropical climates.
So those are my complaints. Well actually there are more, like how the heat makes some people terrifyingly belligerent. But there is one good thing! The best part about summers here so far: fireflies. Easily. Or as someone corrected me the other day: “lightning bugs.”
Fireflies are absolutely the most wonderful thing about living with a hot and sticky summer.