A matter of time

The first butterfly of Spring stops its flittering and rests on a bush, allowing me to get really close and take a few snaps.
Satisfied, I silently thank it, and he flies away.

The big knat is looking at me from the other side of the window. I wonder if they have homes to go to, or if nothing is ever familiar. And I wonder how that must feel, and if it makes them anxious. Despite the yoga I feel a lot of anxiety these days.
There is a big man of the wilderness sitting in the row adjacent to me. Piercing blue eyes, but other than that, all overgrown beard and massive bushy hair. I think of my good friend Lance and smile for the first time today.

Listening to Love song for no one by John Mayer
Can't stop listening to Naïve by the Kooks