Barbara Crooker has a poem up on "Your Daily Poem" about summer in the 1950's when heat was just there. It ends

Fireflies, like connect-the-dots or find-the-hidden-
words, rose and glowed, winked on and off,
their cool fires coded signals
of longing and love
that we would one day
learn to speak.


I'm all about quotations today.  I've been rereading George Eliot's very first published fiction, her Scenes of Clerical Life, and came across this in "Janet's Repentance:"


The first condition of human goodness is something to love; the second, something to reverence.

  ( Page 242, location 4106-7 in my for-the-Kindle edition) .