We don’t know the moment they will appear. We can guess and calculate and prognosticate. But we never quite know.
They are there, in their hidden little cocoons, waiting. Just waiting. Because isn’t life like that? Full of waiting and wondering and hoping. And then things suddenly happen.
He smiles at her. She reaches for his hand.
And they break free of the chrysalis, full of life, full of wonder. The possibilities are endless. They flit and flutter, tiny and oh so powerful.
You say my name.
And there goes my heart, whisked away on butterfly wings.
Watch it soar.