224 Chasing butterflies
A gleam of light reveals something that did not exist.
A swipe of the hand can stir, quicken, slipping through fingers, with every grasp, every attempt.
Sometimes monsters. Sometimes fairies.
The unknown and unrecognizable becomes a place for imagination to grow.
Do you see beauty? Do I see fear?
Do my fingers grasp at something that cannot be caught?
My efforts in vain. Or is it a process of seeing; for the first time.
The knowledge of presence revealed.