The ignorant eye first thinks: small bat. The hour is right but the flitting is wrong, far too gentle and lovely.
It’s a black moth.
We have a relative on the Plaza Grande, a woman fearful and sad, though potentially attractive. She fears many things, and is the only person we’ve known who’s afraid of butterflies and moths. Is there a name for this? May we paste a psychiatric label on her?
It´s the dust of their wings that gives her the willies. Isn’t that captured pollen, or are butterflies naturally dusty? Like some snazzy tropical women.
Nonetheless, seeing a big, black moth briefly in the darkness as sinister clouds approach does stir a certain unease.