At one point, I found myself running down Sixth Street, and a few yards past the entrance to the Biological Station I faintly heard something falling on the road behind me. I stopped and turned around - had I dropped something? - and walked back a step or two, and there on the pavement was a large dragonfly that had apparently fallen from an overhead tree. What a curious sight! It was dead, perhaps killed by the cold temperatures that morning which in Highlands had dropped below freezing. I carefully scooped it up and examined it more closely.
What a beautiful creature this was! - its four thinly-veined wings, its long, straight body curiously segmented in shades of green and electric blue, and its oversized head with those huge, blind, bulging blue eyes.
What had made this dragonfly fall immediately behind me, perhaps even brushing my shoulder on its descent to the pavement, at the precise moment I was running by?
Tomorrow is Easter Sunday, but Main Street was nearly empty again, only two or three cars parked in front of the Methodist Church, which has found creative new ways to worship during this pandemic. They had a Virtual Good Friday service yesterday, and the festivities tomorrow will include a Virtual Easter Egg Hunt. I am not sure what a virtual Easter Egg is, but I have always loved the cross on their front lawn, decorated with flowers this year as it has been for many years, and as it will be for years to come.
Perhaps that dragonfly fell into my run this morning, into my life, to remind me of this truth today.
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