Butterflies

They are really too quick for me and my meagre skills. Here's all I could do. They keep flitting from flower to flower, become thin as paper when their wings are folded. But they do add a little bit to joy to the air.

Have been reading more of the book I mentioned yesterday. It has become very intriguing. About choices we make, brave choices or choices driven by circumstance. And how our metamorphosis begins. Sometimes for the better, and sometimes not.