When the butterflies are high in the afternoon sky is the best time to sit by the lake. I am lucky to have the view I do, not many people can just waltz out their back door and be in the wonderland that is nature. I can.

I take my walkman (don't judge me) with me whenever I go down to the lake. I like to think about the day and all the wonders tomorrow will bring. It's not so lonely just being me and my walkman because a few butterflies always join me. Their gilded wings brush the water's surface and I can't help but wish I could wish myself into a pair of wings like theirs.

If I had a pair of butterfly wings I would soar up to the very tip of the sky and then gently glide back down. Butterflies have a bittersweet existence. They live lives full of such beauty, such dance, but in a few short days their lives are over. I can't help but think how beautiful it is that they can die knowing that they lived. They lived life to the fullest, sang with the stars, gossiped with the breeze. If there is any sadness to be had it must be in that some of us can live so much longer in days, but in reality, how long do we really live? Let's live like the butterflies, you and me.