This glorious creature has been hanging on my front door for the last week. Every day, when I go out of my home to go to work, he's there.
At eye-level, completely still, motionless, ethereally beautiful.
Little antennae, like miniature feathers...
I am stunned that he remains on my front door, day after day after day.
My neighbour says he's clinging to the warm spots on the house, the areas that are in sunshine most of the day.
I have no clue what kind of moth he is, nor what he's doing here.
What I do know is that I feel especially blessed that he's graced my home with his presence.
Look at the fur on his back.
He's just amazing to me.
Am I a little over-the-top about a moth?
A simple moth?
I don't know how long he'll stick around.
I hope he's here for a long while, but if he needs to leave and morph into another form, then so be it.
A lovely creature, indeed...
"Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, as a moth brushes a window with its wing.”
~ Christopher Fry