I love summer days running and watching the butterflies in flight along side of me - as many as five or more will join in and it becomes a dance that leaves me mystified by the grace they share with the air and each other. There is a communication that I can't take fully part in yet hover on the outside circle of the gift they offer. It's almost as if they too are curious at the sheer bulk of my comparison and wish to lend me a bit of their grace and swiftness. It's not to be though - yet I'm grateful for the time we spend together.
Peace,
Eric
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