More late night filming of the street lamp outside my living room window; but are they moths scootling about or are they something else?
What are these strange ethereal nightlight beings?
The sensible way to explain them is to consider them to be hawkmoths.
But they appear amorphous. And they seem ambiguous. And they feel, well, they feel kind of fantastical.
They’ve certainly captured my imagination (and Hazel’s) these last 4 or 5 weeks.
They’ve made me wonder, and feel intrigued. And even be a little bit betwitched.