Last night, she called to me. I lifted my phone to my face and shot the picture, not certain I was going to get anything.
In the picture, the moon rivals the streetlights. (Weird, huh?)
To me, she’s calling me. Guiding me with her light. (She’s the lone light above the others.).
What does she do for you?
The Dragonfly’s Student
The Dragonfly's Student 