Words + Images

A few days ago when my five-year old friend came to visit, she asked, “Can we go see the butterflies?” Up the spiral staircase we went to the sunlit nook where the butterflies reside. Though we have seen these fancy flyers since she was tiny (as she describes her younger self), my little friend asked in a serious voice, “Cynthia, why do you have butterflies hanging from your ceiling?”

I responded with the answer she well knows which is, “A friend gave them to me years ago.  I like how the sun shines on and through their wings.”

She spun the mobile with her finger.  “I like that too.  It’s like having the inside outside, isn’t it?”  And what else could I say except, “Yep.”