RHEUMAPTERA HASTATA

or Argent and sable moth. Or so I think this moth is labelled. She came to fly upon our window and I liked her. The strange thing is that after I took pictures of her, she disappeared, but the moment I write this I see her sitting at the side of the window, as if she called me and shouted: I am still here, stupid!
The day passed quickly, with changeable weather!
I have a lot to catch up and I'll hurry.

My haiku:

Where do you hide, dear,
Deep inside yourself or just
Under the surface

And the proverb:

Pity is akin to love.

1599-1600 in Shakespeare, Twelfth Night. Olivia saying: That's a degree to love.