You know the feeling, when you are out and about in the garden wearing a sleeveless shirt in the summertime and something lands on your bare skin. It could be any number of things that give that sensation of the slightest pressure, sort of itchy, moving.
Sometimes it is my own hair, escaped from whatever clippie/bobbie pin/pony jigger contraption that has been used for that day to try and get the bird’s nest off of my neck. Sometimes you can’t see what it is that is crawling on you, but you want it gone.
The free hand, the other one is holding the hose as we are washing out and filling the granite koi bowl birdbath, raises to brush off whoever or whatever is on unprotected, glistening with
persperation dewiness skin. It is at just that moment that we see it is a small butterfly, a little duskywing skipper I believe. Hand slowly lowers as we feel the joy of being one with the universe and Nature. Ahhhh.
It stays there for the entire koi bowl task, slurping the salt water from my skin. It stays there as I walk down the three sets of concrete steps from the zen garden at the top of the property to turn off the hose down at the house. It stays there as I carefully and slowly open the glass sliding door, tiptoe inside the addition and grab the camera. Bingo!
Back outdoors, whew, it was a miracle that the little hitchhiker did not jettison when the cold inside air hit us, we begin the contortions of trying to capture this magic moment. Reflections of the glass slider, then the cement mirror are a help, but I am hopelessly left handed and cannot figure out how to position the camera correctly.
But looking in the mirrors, I notice and remember that there is something else on my shoulder, a butterfly tattoo. Could it be possible that the little flutterby also noticed the image and felt comfortable landing nearby and hanging around? It’s a nice thought, isn’t it?