Last Thursday, on a morning walk, I noticed this lil guy on the pavement, off the highway. He (or she?) was just sitting there, taking it easy. Even when I bent down to take a few photographs it didn’t fly away. I decided that chillness served as an excellent lesson with which to end my week.
But as I kept walking, I noticed more and more butterflies fluttering around me. Was there recently a butterfly baby boom? It felt like I was prancing around inside a Lisa Frank poster. Or I was a Disney princess singing to the wind, wearing Sauconys.
It was lovely. Fly on, butterflies.
Week 18: Perfect
No matter what they were before, they always turn out perfect.
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