Attack of the Butterflies

I am sitting here in a remarkable house that overlooks the Indian Ocean. The building has almost no straight walls (top picture above) with two curved staircases. My room on the second floor has windows that open to the east (second picture above) so my "alarm" was a fiery sunrise. The sky was pierced with bright pink fingers, much like Homer described in the Odyssey three thousand years ago. It is amazing.

Equally amazing are the butterflies (or moths, we are not quite sure yet). Walking down the trail in front of the house we were attacked by hundreds, nay thousands of the little flying creatures. They come out of the thick foliage as if they are protecting their turf. It is amazing to experience it. We have to keep our mouths closed or they will fly right in. They pound into your head as you walk through their territory and as soon as you are past them they disappear. We have tried to take pictures but they seem to flit about too quickly to be captured on a digital camera so we have no visual proof of what we have seen. Even as I write from my vantage point overlooking the Indian Ocean, one of the butterflies flitted by, almost as if on a recon flight for the rest of the butterfly army which sits in wait for us a few meters down the hill.