Fireflies light a passage as I roam, each step in the soft grass arousing more of the small bulbs of light.

The trees are full of them, the grass overflowing with them, gold glitter all around, reminding me I’m not alone. Even when I feel alone.

Crickets sing somewhere in the golden grass, making the place peaceful, where one can be alone, yet have the creatures of the forest to guide them.

Somewhere above, an owl hoots. I look up, hoping to catch sight of the beautiful bird. It flies above, going the same direction as the crickets and the lightning bugs, in which are followed by I.

A fox stirs in the bushes, looking with golden eyes. I kneel to the creature. It dips its furry head and bounds ahead, nipping at the insects of the air playfully.

I’m the golden night, where the creatures roam, the bugs light a path and the crickets play a song, I’ve found solitude- my happily ever after.