I was walking dreaming when I passed the Thai restaurant and thought I saw a slight movement or perhaps sensed the spark of life. And there, clinging to the blood red wall, was an exotic creature. I guess it must have stowed away in a crate of restaurant supplies. After making good its escape it was now resting a while and trying to get its bearings before it made its way in this strange cold place. I look at its beautiful camouflaged pattern wings dusted with gold; wings that should be warmed by the slight stirring of a sub-tropical breeze not the hot oily discharge from a dirty restaurant extractor fan. It had perhaps found a tiny oasis of warmth. Seeing this doomed being though struck a chord in my heart and I felt once again the soft touch of your finger tips sending shivers up my spine and the warmth of your body. I felt sad though too knowing that this beautiful little creature would die soon, cold and far from the warmth of its home. I had not dared to breathe and then as if knowing its fate it appeared to give a small bow. I bowed too in return then it flew off into the night leaving me alone again. (more…)
