Seeing them again — at first just a flicker of movement from the corner of my eye — completes the season in a way no blooming tree or flower can.
Because these tiny creatures aren't rooted here; they return voluntarily. And they bring with them the jewel tones of the tropics, a whiff of the faraway.
(The photo is my own, but not from this year. And because it's a female, not as jewel-toned.)