I don’t know if my friend was a man or a woman. I know they pressed their nose against the cool glass of the window for a long time. I know the large, liquid eyes put my logical thoughts on a fantasy track.
Looked for the word to describe to the patient voice on the phone: mercurial ethereal humanoid
Fairylike? Cricketesque? Okay, but not creepy. Definitely not that.
At any rate, to some eyes I suppose it’s just a common moth. The filigree artisanship, the deft but subtle folds of texture and pattern could be passed over. This one has gaudier cousins, brighter emissaries bedeck the patio flowers.
But you caught me. It wasn’t the nuance of your understated beauty, though I appreciate that on inspection. It’s the attitude; the bright, dark look. Like you were appealing to me for some form of communication.
Too coarse, too clumsy and large to understand, I took your picture.
And so it goes.