As the days grow longer and summer draws near, the sights and sounds of the world beckon me closer, especially those that dusk brings.
I head outdoors with my girl by my side. Golden bands of light trickle down around me and warm my skin…the wind whispers through the leaves, birds flutter among the tree tops and frogs begin their evening serenade.
We walk along, feet bare, taking in the world around us. The sound of children playing can be heard in the distance. I feel small, little pebbles beneath my toes and then, the prickle of grass. My little one is searching for the flutter of butterflies, forever entranced by their mosaic of colors and soft, delicate wings. She stops. It isn’t a butterfly that has caught her interest, but a caterpillar.
She gently picks it up, runs her fingers over it’s smooth, little body and peers at it closely. “Caterpillars turn into butterflies,” she tells me.
She lets it slowly wiggle across her hand and laughs at the way it tickles her skin…taking delight in all that it does.
After spending a few moments watching the small, little creature, she gets up and places it on the branch of a tree. “He needs to be safe and have leaves to eat,” she tells me. I laugh in agreement.
I take her hand as we head toward the house. All the while she chatters…revealing little things she’s learned about nature in her five, short years and, as I often do, I think to myself about how wonderful it would be to live someplace warm and sunny…a place that feels like summer all year round.
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