Hello Loving Ones,
Indian Summer in the San Juans has brought a ballet of yellow butterflies. They flit close to Earth, visiting the last of the wild flowers, some of which seem to be eternally blooming.
As I walked gazing at the sky and tall pines, there was a butterfly above the Ponderosas; yellow against blue.
Each time we gaze, we may see something “out of context,” dancing where we have not seen that particular dance before.
Expect beauty from all directions