I remember when I shined. I remember feeling alive. I remember basking in a new day without fear or dread; embracing life without reason or rhyme.

With a spirit of a butterfly and a heart just as fragile, I surfed the breeze to wherever it lead. Never in a straight line or on a narrow path; the journey was my destination.

Blue skies and golden beams energized my spirit. Days of heather gray and silver clouds calmed my soul. Nothing seemed to ever weather or dampen my wayfare. 

Carefree. I wasn’t concerned with the chaos that most found their lives to be. I fluttered by; being me. 

Love came. Life happened. My gossamer wings carried me no matter the calm or the gale currents that steered me.

But, as a Flutter-by, I grew faint in my travels. My wings became fragile and frayed. Still, they sustained me. But, for how long or how far, I did not know.  

I rested upon a branch of a fallen log of what seemed like the edge of Eden. Colorful wildflowers and tall soft reeds of grass swayed gently like graceful ballerinas. Serenity.

I stretched my wings; they unfolded. The last rays of the setting sun resurrected their fading beauty. I felt renewed. 

Today’s fair-winds will carry me towards morrow— for, it’s another day.

-v.