Slowly saying goodbye

Giving two months' notice is a long goodbye - not always bad though, just wistful.

Case in point: this little guy was sunning himself (wings open-close-open-close) in my face on Friday, as I sit at my desk with half-height window panes all around. Judging from the ragged state of his wings, he could have just emerged (badly) from chrysalis stage, and was drying out.

Small pleasures which I will miss, and which I am taking time to say goodbye to.