Poarta, 8 September

My bedroom an a sunny morning. The sound of the rushing river creeps through the open window and quiets the restless soul. The previous evening the largest moth I've ever seen crept through the open window and scared the heck out of me—good bye quiet soul! At first I thought it was a bat. I got it trapped in the curtain and deposited back outside. The next morning when I described the event, my host J. referred to it as "The Queen of the Night." I'll never forget my royal visitor.