The tree outside our house, the one that stretches its limbs over our roof and far into the sky, is in full bloom right now. I came home for lunch today to find hundreds of butterflies feasting on its blossoms. They flitted and fluttered through the air all around me. They rested on the ivy covering our house, opening and closing their wings, so softly. They danced circles around one another. They took my breath away. I have never, in my whole life, seen such a spectacle.
Neither has Louie.
When I returned home again after work, the tree was quiet...until I looked more closely and saw that all of the butterflies were still there...only sleeping.
Or perhaps waiting for the storm?
The rain eventually came in big drops. And I stayed outside to enjoy it.