Sparkly

I got off BART today after work, about 6:00 pm. The sun had set, but the sky was still a riot of color. The streetlights were lit, and the whole world looked sparkly, somehow. I read Jon Carroll's column in the SF Chronicle on the way home, where he recounts the story of a man who is journeying in Central America and at this place he is staying at (in the middle of the jungle) he looks out to find a sea of fireflies, and he is transfixed in the moment. I close my eyes and envision the scene, descending as he did down the stairs beneath the surface of the lights, how beautiful it must be. And then I open my eyes and realize... how beautiful life IS.