Swirling and flitting in and out of my mind. Butterfly wings brushing against the buttercup petals. In and out of the sun and shade, too quickly to grasp. Colors brilliant and then gone leaving the mind to wonder were they ever really there. In the perfect sunshine the grass is warm and sweet smelling. Gentle against my face. Golden yellow speckles the field from the grass. Every where I look out of the corner of my eye, I follow the mirad of colors flitting and drifting in the dry August breeze, never seeming to be able to completely hold in my view. The warm breeze caresses my face and I am calm. I lay back onto the soft grass... I feel the sun. My skin soaking the warmth in. The grass tickles my bare arms and legs but I do not move for long moments. Finally, I open my eyes. Slowly, sit up. There in my hand, is the butterfly I chase, in its radiance resting its wings. I swear it looks back to me thinking, "What took you so long? I have been waiting."


-kln-

Don't tell me you don't want this feeling that you need.