As Kit peered through his binoculars, trying to find the bird singing in the canopy above, a kaleidoscope of Monarch butterflies interjected itself between himself and the trees, obscuring his view. Kit’s hands slowly lowered the binoculars, leaving them to dangle from his neck. He had stumbled upon a Monarch migration route. Dozens, then hundreds, thousands of butterflies surrounded him, heedless of his presence as they made their way past.
Great metaphor for focusing on something when something else interrupts or becomes more urgent in your face and making choices of when to focus on what.
It's a tiny part of a huge book and series, but Tad Williams has an amazing and unexpected butterfly scene in his Memory, Sorrow and Thorn trilogy ( which is actually 4 books, pubs split the third installment).
Great metaphor for focusing on something when something else interrupts or becomes more urgent in your face and making choices of when to focus on what.
So wish I'd been there, too. How beautiful an image you have created 🦋
I love Nature's Kaleidoscope. It feels like I'm in a forest of poetry.
Loved this, Dascha. I remember Bill’s tweet! That stuck with me - as will your story.
It's a tiny part of a huge book and series, but Tad Williams has an amazing and unexpected butterfly scene in his Memory, Sorrow and Thorn trilogy ( which is actually 4 books, pubs split the third installment).
A nice surprise. 🙂