First bat of the season - at least for my eyes. It fluttered and flapped and scooped up every newborn bug it could get its maw on. The shape was so crisp and distinct against the cloudy (albeit not stormy) sky - perfect scallops on the wings as it swung just a few feet from my face.
The appearance (finally) of rain-capable clouds, the tease of the virga, the beauty of the approaching monsoon season sprinkles my mind with magic. You never know quite when the rains will first come, but sometime between now and three months from now they should be here... the waiting is exquisite torture, and the first arrival is always a celebration.
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