Cecropia

 

July 13, 2022

The only cecropia moth I’ve ever seen lay battered and almost dissolved on the eastern porch after last night’s tropical thunderstorm. 

Dream last night that I wandered over a bridge and into a vast tunnel, that I’d seen before but never entered. It was like a Mall or an airport concourse, in that there were attractions and stores here and there. On the far side of the bridge lay Nebraska, and though I was eager to see it (it was a plain of golden wheat through the windows) I couldn’t seem to find an exit. 

Zach handsomely morose. His era of liberation may have hit a snag. His son (who is 6 today) super-glued one eye shut.