While a question mark butterfly mines the pores of my index finger for salt, a mosquito lands on my ring finger and sinks her own probe.
The Morning Porch
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
While a question mark butterfly mines the pores of my index finger for salt, a mosquito lands on my ring finger and sinks her own probe.
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Easily the best thing that happened to me today. I was out doing some survey work on a lake last week and had a similar experience with Red Saddlebags dragonflies – at least the ones that weren’t mating. It’s a mind-changing experience when a bit of ephemeral beauty latches onto your nose. Thanks for the Caravan.
Thanks for commenting. I’m glad this hit home.
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