The Moth

I love the glow of early dawn on city streets.  Traffic is light at that time of day, leaving one plenty of time for aimless thoughts. This morning, however, I was distracted from my thoughts by a moth that landed on my windshield.  At first, I didn’t think much of it – the light changed, and I pulled away.  I assumed that the moth would blow off my windshield, but he didn’t.  Instead, he bent his legs, flattened his wings, and held on.

Fascinated, I watched.  I changed speeds.  Nothing could budge this moth.  Surely, I thought, he’ll fly away at the next traffic light. But as luck would have it, I didn’t stop again.

“How does he hold on?” I wondered.

I suppose I could have turned the wipers on.  That would have gotten rid of him.  But I was watching a struggle for survival.  Who was I to interfere?

When I finally did stop, I watched as he shook out his wings and flew away.  The image remained with me.  Strength, resilience and flexibility.  That’s all it takes.  We, too, can overcome overwhelming odds.  All we need to do is flex our legs, fold back our wings and brace ourselves for the ride.

As long as no one turns the wipers on, we’ll be fine.