I'd Grown Up in the Country, and I Saw a Swarm

Hundreds of tiny bright lights hovering over my yard. Every now and then, one would zip around leaving a cobalt wake hanging in the air. It was like a sky full of stars had crashed into my lawn. The patterns were erratic, too quick to follow, dust in a hurricane. But I'd grown up in the country, and I recognized a swarm when I saw them.