Under a full moon, a welcome breeze rolls in off sea and slips through the screened-in window on the second floor. After billowing the curtains, the breeze dances over my bed before rolling out the window on the other side of the room. Autumn is the best time of the year for sleeping.
Meanwhile, a mosquito enters the house through a screened door on the first floor. She straightens her antennae and cleans her wings of debris she picked up squeezing through the screen. She twitches her antennae, alert to detect odors. She is looking for a host.
She is weak. It is autumn and her days are numbered. She has one goal in mind before she dies: make babies!