Fireworks have always been part of big celebrations, especially in the summer. The spectacular bursts of multi-coloured sparkly lights exploding and then fading never ceases to amaze me. But I must admit to feeling just as much delight watching the simple and subtle dance of the firefly.

The performance usually starts just after dusk. Sitting quietly outside it begins when a soft blink catches my eye. Then a few more join in and before you know it the dance is in full swing. I never get tired of watching them because no two nights are the same, each has varying numbers, routines and programme lengths.

Regardless of the fact that the subtle blinking is a mating routine and can sometimes turn into a pulsing rave, witnessing this little seasonal miracle reminds me to look for and appreciate the simple things in life.

I almost slide into a meditative state when I sit and focus solely on the dance of the fireflies. It has become a wonderful way to settle down at night before bedtime. If I let them, the fireflies often carry away the cares of the day.

I will miss them when the weather turns cool and they go into hibernation. Until that time I will get outside or look out my window to watch and enjoy those magical creatures. When was the last time you sat outside and enjoyed watching the firefly fireworks?