Unbottled!!!

To bottle up a memory that never got stale and once uncorked, one gets to relive the memory all over. Well, thank you, Daphne du Maurier, for this thought. And that got me thinking. Which memory would I love to bottle? Undoubtedly, it’d be that one evening in my childhood where I stood mesmerised by the glow of fireflies across the field facing my ancestral home. To my innocent mind, tiny angels had come with their magic lights. Fireflies are not magic- I know now. Still, I’d love to uncork my bottle to relive the magic.❤❤❤

Weekend Writing Prompt