The Postscript: Dragonfly Escort
I WAS “UP NORTH,” walking through the woods with an escort of dragonflies on either side, as if I were a visiting dignitary in need of protection.
I love dragonflies. I love their variety and their shiny wings and the way they turn on a dime in midair. I love how they clear the path of mosquitos as I walk through the woods along the lakeshore. I love how they behave exactly as a good escort…