A tiny white butterfly fluttered all around me and landed briefly on a wild lily. Then another. Then another. A yellow spotted butterfly headed for a wild yellow cornflower. Each chose a flower to match her wings as if she were dressing for a fancy ball. I was in fairyland, walking along a mountain trail. Mother Nature had outdone herself, lavishly decorating with a rainbow of flowers. It was my first real hike since my bike accident and fractured ribs of five weeks ago. My first time back in the mountains I love.
There are times that I feel full of helium, like I could float away if my shoes were not stuck to the ground. My eyes tear up at those times, maybe because of my stuck shoes. This was one of those times. I stopped. I breathed. I had no thoughts except, “Look! Look at this.”
I followed as the little white butterfly danced ahead on the path.