On one of my early morning walks through a field of honeysuckle, I met a butterfly. She was of exceptional beauty; she had large, lovely, fiery, yellow wings, and she seemed to flutter effortlessly through this fresh scented, drenched with the early morning dew field of flowers. The smell was invigorating, and I could just imagine how she must be enjoying this experience.
As she fluttered around me, smiling, I stopped, and I said, “Hello, Ms. Butterfly.”
She stopped her fluttering and sat on the lip of a nearby honeysuckle flower, and replied. “Oh! Hello there”, and then asked, curiously. “It is a lovely morning. Isn’t it? But, how do you know me?”
I will admit that I was taken aback by her response. I shyly responded. “Well. . . I have been seeing you here among these honeysuckle recently, and I have finally got up enough of a nerve to say something to you.”
Ms. Butterfly responded. “Hmmm. . . And then she asked. “What about you? What brings you here each morning? She continued. “I have been noticing you too. You seem to be enjoying your walks each morning; picking and smelling these lovely honeysuckle. Do you enjoy its fragrance?” And without waiting for my response, she answered her own question, pointedly. “The fragrance is addicting, isn’t it?”
I nodded in agreement; still enraptured by her soft, dewy, sweet voice, lips dripping with the rich nectar of honeysuckle.
Ms. Butterfly continued. “You still haven’t answered my question though. Why you come for this walk every morning?”
I responded. “My walk among these honeysuckle is part of my morning ritual. I awake early; I wash my face; I stretch; I have my coffee and my favorite pastry, either a toasted bagel with cream cheese, or a warmed croissant— plain, and then I get ready for my walk. I enjoy this walk tremendously. I cannot survive the day without it.”
Ms. Butterfly chuckled and responded. “Neither can I”