on the threshold outside mister's back stairs was a moth. i picked her up so she wouldn't be stepped on and she opened her wings. oh! i sighed, she beautiful. it's cold out and her body was too inert for her wings. i had to get a picture with her. then i put her on the ledge by the door and went to feed mister. when we came out she was still there, waiting for the sun to warm her. maybe she wanted to be inside. i put her on mister's head. she and he seemed quite content. the warmth of his head warmed her a little and she danced a little dance with her wings extended. she was not yet warm enough to fly, and mister tilted his head. i put her back on the sunny ledge.