Our mouths are full of blue corn chips when we see the hit. We pause our chewing to mumble and point out at the dark, windshield wipers batting at the rain. We are sure we saw something. Saw something rush out on the road and into the headlights of the car ahead. “Possum?” I…
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Jellyfish
“Do it again,” the kids yell. They crowd around as my husband leans over the side of the dock and traces his hand through the water. Flashes of green spark in the water. We all bend toward the water and splash our fingers, making trails of color in the dark. “Bioluminescence,” my husband says and…
