What a delightful essay. What, I loved most is your unique way of seeing, your description of the butterfly and the images you painted in your marvelous phrase ,"She had a story, I could tell. I imagine she was once a white monarch that flew higher and higher. Not like a bird that soars, but like blue waves on a white sand beach, bouncing and bobbing to anywhere. Like this she traveled laterally, all the way to the sun in a bliss unbound." A ray from the sun hung limp and loose, swaying like a Persian cat's tail. She must have been frightened, caught in this ray. The warmth of sunset orange covered her body like glue and the heat singed the ends of her wings black."~liz
On Jun 2, 2012 ~liz wrote:
What a delightful essay. What, I loved most is your unique way of seeing, your description of the butterfly and the images you painted in your marvelous phrase ,"She had a story, I could
tell. I imagine she was once a white monarch that flew higher and
higher. Not like a bird that soars, but like blue waves on a white sand
beach, bouncing and bobbing to anywhere. Like this she traveled
laterally, all the way to the sun in a bliss unbound." A ray from the sun
hung limp and loose, swaying like a Persian cat's tail. She must have
been frightened, caught in this ray. The warmth of sunset orange covered
her body like glue and the heat singed the ends of her wings black."~liz