The large moth weakly fluttered its wings in a vain attempt to fly away as we approached during our morning walk. It likely had lived out its full, seven-day lifespan as a moth and had accomplished its purpose during that lifetime. It was a thing of beauty rather than pity, and its short life was soon to be completed rather than lost. So, we left it alone to have a few final, peaceful moments in the remaining time it had left.
Retired physician with interests in writing, photography, music, and astronomy. I have written multiple stories of life experiences, travel, and astronomy, and have been playing the ukulele for 10 years. My wife Fairy and I travel frequently to the Pacific Islands of Hawaii, and French Polynesia, and I have learned several of their native-language songs.
This blog will be a forum to share experiences with family and friends.
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