I went out to the mail box last evening, just as the sun was going behind the trees and twilight was beginning to fall.
I looked at the profusion of simple white flowers that come back so eagerly each summer and line the garden walk, and my mind immediately went to one of my favorite songs.
It is a haunting melody that I have loved for a long time....
Night time sharpens,
heightens each sensation...
Silently the senses
abandon their defenses...
night unfurls its
tremulous and tender...
Turn your face away
the garish light of day...
And listen to
music of the night...
Andrew Lloyd Webber, "The Music of the Night"
from Phantom of the Opera
This small creature looks like a cross between a butterfly, a moth, and a humming bird.
It has a long "beak" that dips into the flower in order to gather the nectar.
It was hard to capture a photograph of him as he never sits still.
He darts among the flowers and his wings do not rest, very much like the humming bird.
A fitting creature of the night.
I hope you enjoyed our little
journey to the dark side..
..and that your journeys will always take you back into the sunlight.
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