A bright light shines at the crossroads around which a moth revolves.
Look world! It shouts out, I have captured the moon.
So astounded is it at this feat that it dances ecstatically around the light.
It is delirious in disbelief.
Tonight the crickets are playing their violins — a piece of music so sweet.
As the minute passes by the pace of the music accelerates. In unison, so does the speed at which the moth circles around the…