As I dashed outside to get more wood for the wood stove, dodging rain drops as I went, I was stopped in my tracks by this sight.
Ceanothus Silk moth
He was clinging to the front door jam, pale and shuttering. The edges of his wings were kind of ragged and he stayed there all day. I know because I kept checking. In the late afternoon a strong wind came up and he was swept away. So ephemeral. I realized almost the same thing had happened two years ago about this time.