This makes me really sad. Right after I went off to college, my parents moved to a new, secluded neighborhood in its infancy -- only a handful of homes there. Our house was the one right next to a tall meadow, protected by a deep forest and a pond. During those summers, you could gaze into the meadow and witness thousands of fireflies putting on a show --- every day, the 4th of July. Occasionally, you could witness huge rafters of turkeys (many dozens) slowly making their way through the fields, their true numbers hidden by low hanging fog.
Then in my last couple years of college, the neighborhood matured further into development. The developers slowly turned the woods into meadows, the meadows into dirt fields, the dirt fields into streets, foundations, and lawns. That was the end of the fireflies; the end of the turkeys; the end of the natural beauty that once lurked there.
Then in my last couple years of college, the neighborhood matured further into development. The developers slowly turned the woods into meadows, the meadows into dirt fields, the dirt fields into streets, foundations, and lawns. That was the end of the fireflies; the end of the turkeys; the end of the natural beauty that once lurked there.