Monday, March 6, 2023

Calm Butterfly Soul

The minute we walk into the butterfly exhibit, a large brown specimen with giant owl-like eyes on its wings flutters around my head before landing on my shoulder and closing its wings, where it stays for the rest of our time in the enclosure.

"You have a calm butterfly soul," Katie says approvingly, and I find myself strutting around, my butterfly friend and me, feeling quite proud of myself.

As we're about to leave, and the attendants are checking us for any stowaways before we exit, Katie points. Off to our left stands a presumably blind, or almost-blind woman holding a white cane, grinning hugely, absolutely covered in butterflies from head to toe.

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