5 Sept 06

Greetings,

This morning, near the elevator on the 13th floor was a huge light yellow moth with big brown eyes resting on a white wall. As in gigantic. Amazing specimum. The wing span was three inches across. Ten feet away was a partly open window.

The traveler used his white floppy tennis hat to coax the creature onto the brim and started carrying it toward the open space. It panicked, flew away and had a head-on collision with a closed window section.

Dazed, it stumbled around displaying inebriated human characteristics; lost, fearful, confused, frustrated, lonely, sad and filled with abject rejected desire.

The hat played along the ledge easing it toward freedom. Then it was out, up into a breeze, spiraling in blue cloud circles, climbing higher and higher, dancing wind spirals. Delightful.

Farewell moth.

Peace.