Jul 15, 2008 17:03
There's a blackberry bush on the walk home. This time of year it drops fat fruit onto the sidewalk, and at night, juice stains are inevitable. During the day, flies circle the ground like junkies, buzzing angry at your ankles as they break through the air.
This year, a flock of moths descended on the green space near our store. All day they'd dance by the biggest tree, casually catch a current towards an open doorway. More than one was held hostage here when the humid became overwhelming. They'd flutter at opposite sides of the glass, wings beating hard at the empty space between them. Less than a week later and they've all but disappeared. Nobody seems to know why they were here, what breed of moth would spend so much time in the sunlight.