DANCING ZIG-ZAG TO THE BUTTERFLY GARDEN: 

Breath sweet, the warm wet air. Tired bones to rest on bright and soft,
walk zig-zag carpet to Butterfly Garden, shower off the sky then climb 
back into it’s arms.
 
There is no time like this nor will be again. 
Look around, take note and document meticulous every occupant of these 
salad days. Cherish everything, signified and signed with such exotic aromas. 
Look around,remember the faces and the smiles, the quiet conversations and 
laughter. Learn the rhythm of this beautiful dance and pass it on.

Though it will never come again, 
for a flicker 
it is all yours.

(K)