This moth (a luna, I think) has come to the same corner of the same window of the lodge every morning for three days now. It makes me smile to note that everyone – from the youngest guest to the most grizzled, unshaven good ol’ boy - stops to look and to comment on its beauty and it fragility. Such simple gestures provide me quiet hope.
18 June 2008
An every morning guest
This moth (a luna, I think) has come to the same corner of the same window of the lodge every morning for three days now. It makes me smile to note that everyone – from the youngest guest to the most grizzled, unshaven good ol’ boy - stops to look and to comment on its beauty and it fragility. Such simple gestures provide me quiet hope.
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