27 June 2003

I went out late tonight to walk the dog. It's been rainy, so everything was wet and shiny.

The house behind our apartment building has a big yard and a lush crop of green grass. There's a bright streetlight, too. As Roxy and i walked that way it looked like the grass was moving.

What it was was thousands of Skittle-sized white moths, all flying and fluttering in the grass.

It was strange, but very beautiful. All those moths under the weird light of the streetlight and the shiny raw grass.

I thought I might have been dreaming, but no. It really happened.