Bulbous eyes, transparent wings, an elongated body and iridescent colours, dragonflies are more than just an insect to me.
There is something magical about the fact that something so delicate can withstand the elements; torrential summer rains, gusty winds, and wildly fluctuating Canadian summer temperatures. They don’t have a long lifespan, but maybe because they have been around for over 300 million years, in Japan they symbolize strength, happiness and courage.
Each summer, when I am lounging on the dock, I hope my “Koala Berry” pink summer pedicure will entice them. If my big toe becomes their landing pad, it's like winning the lake lottery. Regardless of why they choose me, I become statue still and entranced by their quiet beauty.
Being their perch feels like an honour; it may seem like a small thing to be grateful for, but finding happiness in nature’s little things can bring unexpected joy.
Dragonflies remind me of summers past, of childhood. They remind me that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. They remind me that humans are resilient too.
I will always be captivated by the little insect that feels like a big gift.