What’s This?

The Noctuidae are rather drab, robustly-built moths, flying mostly at night and are strongly attracted to light.  Hunted by bats, some Noctuids have developed organs in their ears that are responsive to echolocation calls, sending their wing muscles into spasm and causing the moth to dart erratically, falling to the ground, evading their predator.

Drab.  Robust.  Attracted to light.  Creatively responding to challenges.  It seemed so perfectly analogous to me, my life.

And so Noctuid it was.

An idea born in the darkness during a long morning run many moons ago, at the time it had an entirely different spin. Like the Noctuidae, the idea continues to evolve. Today, it serves merely as a place to write about the essence of being, which is often not much more than perfect nothingness.

Crack a beer.  Sit.  Read.

The Author: Kathryn Socie* is a corn-fed, corn-bred, recovering Mid-westerner born among the Great Lakes that was transplanted in the mighty West during her very formative adult infancy years.  Like  young, naive women are prone to do, she fell madly in love.  From the moment she encountered wild places, open spaces and began taking long drives down lonely, dirt roads, leading to hole-in-the-wall bars with a horse-savvy tender, her heart sunk with a thud for Montana.  Happily dogged, she writes often and with a strange sort of religious fervor; for no one really and for absolutely no reason at all.

Occasionally among the sludge prose prevalent here, you might just find a gem.

* For the record, writing in the third-person feels just incredibly weird.

Trekking through heaven. (Absaroka-Beartooth wilderness)