I was lucky this time around. Honestly, the moth just flew there and settled on the glass. It settled long enough for me to take a couple of pictures and even a short video. The rain was pouring heavily and it still stayed there. I have never seen anything so beautiful and yet so strange. A whole new world was opening before me (that’s the poet speaking), and I can’t wait to cross over.
I welcome a new beginning. This is Writtrace, The Young Magazine!