“I am from a very small town. Smaller than this one. I am the youngest person in my town. My parents are the youngest adults. When I was in middle school, you could see fireflies. These days they are gone. However, I believe that in the mountains there are still fireflies.”
This was part of a stunning conversation I had walking through town at night with a student I met by happenstance on the bus. Sometimes EFL speakers, who are self-professedly ”bad” at English, say the most poetic things. It has been over two hours since that conversation, and I’m still thinking about it.