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.
“ Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime and falling into at night. I miss you like hell. — Edna St. Vincent Millay
