Beautiful Fragile Gone

I don’t know if the mosquito hawk was at the end of its natural life or if it had interacted with a toxic substance. All I know is by the time I saw it on the warm concrete slab, astonished by the creature’s beautiful wings, its life was seconds away from ending.


I’m not going to preach about the beauty and fragility of our freedom in the United States and how it can go away when “guilty until proven innocent” is floated and not everyone in the room cries out “No!” For now, I’ll just say the Kavanaugh hearings have shaken me deeply.