On my way across the Lake Cheston beach, I toted up my sightings: three Violet Dancers, two Calico Pennants, one Blue Dasher, one Slaty Skimmer, four Swamp Spreadwings, and a half dozen Forktails. That's it, I thought, the end of odonata-season.
On the bridge, I stopped a moment, turned, and there on the railing before me lounged a day-glo red-orange vision. An adult male Autumn Meadowhawk! Two hours and many Meadowhawks later, I had fallen in love once again with another tiny insect.
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