I love things that shouldn’t be beautiful but are. Last night I was driving home when a firefly hit my windshield. Its body spattered across the glass, still glowing. It was as if Jackson Pollack were painting with starlight. Miraculously, it stayed lit for the next few moments, silhouetted against the darkness outside. After a while, the light started sputtering and dimming slowly. I watched it burn out. It was amazing.