Lots of precious little things are like little butterflies. Thoughts, people, memories, kisses. Even great loves can be like butterflies, vibrant and vivid and sometimes elusive. Move too fast and they're gone on a breeze. Linger too long and they change into something bearing no resemblance to their original design.
This site is an exploration of my own little butterflies. If you've accidentally landed here, you may as well stay for a moment before fluttering by.
“ Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp but which may, if you will sit down quietly, alight upon you. — Nathaniel Hawthorne
