Butterflies

I like to walk quickly. One of my childhood friends did, too. Whenever I reflect on the pace at which I walk, I think of the times when we tried to walk as fast as possible. My friend was much more athletic than I – with longer legs, too – so they often had the edge in walking speed. I loved trying to be quick anyway. Now, I have the joy of walking bringing back those memories.When I notice something out in the world, I often stop in my tracks, eager to see or hear as much of what I have noticed as I can. The sound of church bells makes me stop and smile. The sight of cherry blossom makes me stop and appreciate the colours. On my walk today, I slowed and stopped at the sight of a red butterfly with white and black dots resting on a purple flower.The butterfly walked over the flower. What colours do I see? Can butterflies pollinate? Was the butterfly taking a rest? All of these questions rushed to my mind; maybe the energy from the spring in my step was redirected to my imagination. I…