WATER WALK AND BUTTERFLY

The water was cool and the sun fell towards it and upon it as little spiders crawled across the top. Underneath a few fish, small, silver-looking or seaming, and they darted here and there. A frog was near the edge and he jumped in and the dirt underneath stirred. There were not many people around and at that time, nobody was around that specific pond. I remembered it there when it was winter, - frozen, the wind coming across the icy top, almost vexatious, and yet there was a thrill and alertness and a certain winter beauty though rugged and fierce. That old pond must have seen everything there is, - all manner of storm and person and animal, but also things like stillness and quietude and calm. I wonder and think then, - if there be fairy folk, devas, et al. - they are there and the forest knows these creatures well. I walked on, but not far, - just around a small loop as it was incredibly hot and without the water source to cool off the dogs, - would not have ventured there or anywhere. Happily enough, they pranced along and sniffed, played, ran a bit, and all of us observed the grasshopper, the pebbles, the sure and soft sand that housed the tops of the path. A butterfly large and orange and white and black came like a spirit messenger and did not really go away for a long time. Many people read into things, but this might have been something for the butterfly of this ilk and kind and specimen has been following me, showing up for some time now. It alighted on the leave of a tree nearby, and as I went to go take a picture I expected my time close to it to be short. However, it stayed, and as if watching me, or watching me, slowly spread its closed wings out several times while staying on the tree. I felt it was saying hello, and conveying that I was on the right path literally and figuratively. Eventually it flew, but slowly, methodically, almost reluctantly into the blue sky air and beyond, - dissolving as if in a dream or vision. Continuing on we came to the water again. By the rocks and the large shade giving trees, by the floor carpeted with pine needles and acorns and rocks we waited for a bit. The dogs went to the water, - one always further in than the other. Then, up the exit path and we too, in our own way, disappeared into the rest of the afternoon like the butterfly.


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