The Return of the Butterfly

On Tuesday, April 8^th, during the 4^th class of the morning, once again with the senior class, the butterfly which rocked appeared. Its appearance was magical and unexpected. As if from nowhere, it was transported onto the window sill.

No one had noticed its presence until the student who had been scared the last time it showed up pointed to the window and told me that she had read the story that I posted a few days ago here in my corner.

As our eyes followed in the direction her index finger was guiding them. To our surprise there it was; beautiful as the other day. It seemed like it was proud to be there listening in on our conversation.

Several questions came to mind, like, how long it had been sitting there; if it had just shown up because she pointed to it; whether it could understand that we were talking about it; and what the message it was bringing along with its visit was.

I had asked the same student to take a snapshot once again but as soon as he got up to do so; the butterfly flapped its wings and flew away. There was no time to get a shot. There was no time for observation.

The thought that came to mind as it was fleeing was that it had come to say goodbye. Butterflies only live for a week depending on the species. However, some live up to a year. Perhaps it was coming over to say farewell or listen to its favorite song one last time. To its frustration, it left without having heard it. It was on its way to the Brave New World. I guess there must be a butterfly heaven.

Photo by Rodrigo Ares

(Written: April 10, 2013)
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