moth on my car

Are you still following me? Because I know sometimes I flutter so fast my wings hurt and I pass by in a frenzy of sharing things that I've been doing .. and sometimes I sit still, camouflaged. I don't do much, and I don't share much .. I bask in the sun/ rain/ clouds, listening, my feelers tasting the breeze, searching for something with a new flavour.  


Thank you for bearing with me ..