Hydrant 22 || Almost Translucent

There is a moment outside when walking across the commons to a small pond you cross through a cloud of gnats; they spiral as individual galaxies, a fog of stars blurring in front of your eyes for a moment,then hover just out of your vision, then return. Unintangible. Almost translucent. Always out of reach. Unphotographable. As the early twilight moon skimming the horizon. A dim crescent in a moment of hesitation.