On the windowsill this morning, indoors, was a beautiful damselfly.

I’ve never been as close to one before, or seen one as still. She posed beautifully for me without moving at all.

The body was a gorgeous turquoise, and the wings as delicate as if made from the finest spider silk, with one little dot on each. 

I opened the window and she still didn’t stir, but was gone half an hour later.