I was walking through the Blenheim Palace gardens earlier today; down a meandering path alongside The Great Lake.
When I looked to the sky, I saw a swarm of mayflies. Even from afar, I could identify them by their long tails—perhaps also because I spent days with them on the Mississippi River.
An adult mayfly lives for about 1-2 days. In that time they mate, the female lays eggs, and then they die. Their short adult lives have been written about for millennia, even as early as Aristotle.
Whenever I see a mayfly, or a swarm of them, I’m reminded how today is their day in the sun. I then watch in silence and in awe.