Perhaps you came for the Now & Then, which, never fear, is just below. But a couple of days ago, I came across a moth the size of a mouse, in its final hours, resting in a doorway. What a gift of watchful shadow and light.
Leslie Howells fingers provide size reference
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“…And its wings…[were] developed to the limit set for them by God… There on the wall…was a great Attacus moth like those that fly birdlike around lamps in the Indian dusk. And then those thick wings, with a glazy eyespot on each and a purplish bloom dusting their hooked foretip, took a full breath under the impulse of tender, ravishing, almost human happiness.” –from ‘Christmas’ by Vladimir Nabokov
