They are magnificent. I love to think of their freedom. They don’t worry about road closures, passengers, errands. They just float as they wish on the breeze. When I was a child learning new words it was an adventure for me. Each word had a distinct meaning that usually arose from their origin. When I first learned the word “ephemeral”......I immediately equated it to a butterfly. From the Greek “ephemeros” short lived or lasts but a day.Originally Posted by nswef
The most beautiful remembrances for me have been ephemeral. The nature of many good things is that they only exist briefly or can not be captured easily repetitively. It is the essence of improvisation. Monarchs embody so much of this for me.
I had a cousin who died at age fourteen. She was afflicted from birth with cystic fibrosis and lived a restricted life, always straining to breathe. I remember the details of my visits with her and she left her mark on me as if she had lived to 100.
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