The Colors of the Butterfly

The rain fell from the sky for forty days and forty nights, the resulting deluge washing out the roads in our small town and raising beautiful patches of green vistas wherever one would look.

Days later, butterflies emerged from the fields in great numbers, filling the sky with a spectacular rainbow of butterfly colors. Emerald, garnet, fuschia--a visual treat rarely experienced by any breathing thing. This was our wonderland.

The butterflies kindly lent their colors not only to the horizon, but also to the windshield of my fabulous sports car as it sliced through the whispering wind, as well as the gliding butterflies. The impact exposed new colors of the butterflies not seen in their flying form.

The butterflies have since been reduced in number, either through migration or windshield attrition, but the memory lives forever, and the world of the Supreme Aglet is once again in perfect balance.