It was a calm evening, the outside illuminated by the moon, and every once in a while, a lightning bug. Yet, the air was burning bright. Not in a scary way, or even with light. Rather, the air was positively electric. There was a soft fizzle to the air, like a little twinkle of electricity.
A lightning bug flickered in the electric air, brighter than it had ever lit up before. Another lighting bug lit up, and then another. A wind softly blew a refreshing breeze from the north, gently jostling the wings of the flying lightning bugs.
The lighting bugs continued to flicker. The breeze was refreshing, recharging.