When I was a child, I never liked insects. There was one exception to that, and that was butterflies. These elusive creatures would seemingly appear from nowhere, landing close by, and displaying an array of colour that mesmerised me. On occasion, one would land on my arm, and I would just stare at it, transfixed by its beauty, for the short period of time it would stay. Then it would fly away once again. I never wanted to catch them, they seem to have a need to be free, to move as they wish, and make other people smile as they go about their short lives.
A new dawn