It is a strange morning in Limori.  South End is full of things I don't understand and can't describe yet. There is some line crossed, some violation, some reckless step has been taken that is going to change...everything.



The picture is a tree trunk. It has given the moth a place to hide.  If you look at it long enough, you can see a sleepy eyed owl in the bark,  it's head half turned to look at the moth, its beak ready snap it up.