Today, I found...

[ephemeralbreath]

Today, I found love. Love in a moth that flew in my door and lived on my floor and died by my side. Smeared across the sheets like so many specs of dirt. Its faltering flight is a search for light, and a metaphor for human life. Like us, another will come and another will go, over and over, night after night, in their communal search for something more, something better than what they have, only to find that "something more" is more than what they wanted.

I found myself today. I found the world today. I found life today in a little dead moth that lost its way.