green glow
 
They are red and metallic and lifeless. Emerald green too. I never realized this before, but a moth’s retinas reflect light, just like a dog or cat’s in the dark. What I thought were dew drops on a warm, dry summer night are the eyes of countless tiny creatures peering back at me. No dew drops yet - just tiny, unblinking entities peering out from the bone-dry grass and leaves. It is a beautiful, moonlit night. As I write, I can hear the town clock strike midnight. Time to move on. Moths are circling around my head. I’ve been chilled and startled by lots of things in the dark, but this one was a truly bizarre.
Sunday, August 21, 2005 ‘Twilight gives way to darkness. The music of birds is silenced, a stray owl wings soundlessly through the air, a bat flits overhead. Now and then the leaves on the ground make a soft rustling noise -- some small creature is setting out to hunt prey in the darkness of the night.’ Josef Moucha - Beautiful Moths
 
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