What a miracle is the butterfly, creature of endless hue and fascination for me. I can observe it quietly from a safe distance as it flirts with gravity and breezes, then, unexpectedly takes wing to search for a nectar-lunch.
Attempting to astral-project into its near-weightless being, I imagine my life as carefree as it seems, letting go of constraint and worry!
(…Oh, which floral banquet to land upon next?)