Memories of a Dragonfly

There's a dragonfly zooming around as I'm drinking coffee.

Haven't seen one in a long time.

My last vivid memory was when I was a child playing in our neighborhood.

I caught a dragonfly and pulled its wings out one by one.

Then I caught another.

And another.

And another.

All the while I was giggling.

Fascinated.

Entranced.