I saw a moth landed on the wall outside my apartment. It’s about 10 inches in length from wing to wing and dark brown in color. I’m not sure it scientific name, a moth I could only call. I’m fast enough to take a shot of it and stood still to see what is going to happen to it next.
I’ve expected it to fly off as it may be terrified by the sound of my hand phone’s shutter. But he chooses to stay. Continue his calm flagging show, opening and closing his wings calmly in placid movement.
Some believe moth came from darkness; symbolized bad luck. While some believed they were incarnated from our pass away relatives. When a person passed away, he’ll return home as a moth on the seventh day of his passing to visit his family.
I’m not certain about the origin of this belief, but the appearance of this species does contribute some points of mystery. It’s just like the bat and his loyal vampire fan.
This is our rare meet-up, it has come to a point that I can’t bear to kick it away though it doesn’t look as charming as the butterfly.
To me, this is a beautiful moment, we happened to meet up at this junction of life. Though we were brought up in different world but we happened to be on the same path. What can be more magical?
We are captains of our boat. At this moment of time, we share the same wave, and an eternal one…