I saw my first butterfly of the year! I just happened to look out the kitchen window as I was making breakfast, and there it was: a little fluttering shape, swimming through the mid-morning sunlight, before slipping over the fence and out of sight. It was too far away and the wrong angle to tell what type it was.

But... somehow, it's perfect. The unexpectedness, the ephemerality, the way it barely seemed to be there at all - as though it might've just been a trick of the light. Like a ghost. Somehow, it embodied everything a butterfly is supposed to be.